I tell her she reminds me of snow covered trees
On a cool winter morning.
Or something romantic like that.
She smiles and turns around
Her red jacket spins effortlessly in the air
while lightly hugging her hips.
We count down to the rhythm of memories
of the year soon past, and
TEN her eyes glitter in the starlight
NINE My arms wrapped around her waist
EIGHT Her soft lips tingling against mine
SEVEN My fingers tracing lines and trails through her long brown hair
SIX Our clothes melt away into puddles at our ankles; her thighs resting on and then soon grinding against my lap
FIVE My hands grasping to unclip her bra
FOUR Her delicate face shattering with an ecstasy that we share as I enter her
THREE The rough motion of my body wrestling with hers, her breasts rise and fall like waves in high tide
TWO Her soft shallow breath now gaining ferocity, building with notes of love, hate and
the combination of all 525,600 moments, the conjoined pleasures, pains,
all collide as the clock now is about to reset in a broken dance of ‘I wanted’ and ‘she wanted’.
ONE We finish.
We’re lying together, breathless, lovesick
While thoughts of all that we’ve done crash into the shore.
The gaze of her hateful eyes meets mine, one by one the stars fade away, and we sit deadlocked;
Tasked with the torturous feat of facing one another again.
ZERO This isn’t what we wanted.