The day broke when she kissed me, I could see the shattered pieces scattered on the floor. Splintered history, shards of world war two crunching underneath my feet as I stepped past her to look outside. Her hands on her hips was a moment of beauty, perfect posed entropy. I was slowing, turning to look at her in slower motion that I thought I was capable of. Wind came from the kitchen, moving her hair into the air like curving snakes of gold. She spoke and I listened, but I can’t tell you anything she said. It was like I was drunk, it was like she was god. The floor was tilting, throwing me off my feet onto my knees, an appropriate place for begging. She insinuated her way to hands on my head, her fingers full of thorns, stripping my flesh away, out of her way. She stroked my hair, suddenly pulling me up to her, cradling me in her arms as if I might disappear. Confusion reigned, motionless inside my body. I thought of secrets, of drugs, of the patterns which suddenly swirled complex across her skin.
Alright, food is happening now. Shaking I can deal with, but the taste of losing conciousness is an entirely different story… The post office will wait.