or…did we…

and we did not make love…

words…words…words…softly said…listening…listening…

talk of where the soul journeys after…beyond this weigh-station… clearing-house…

cigarettes and red wine…a stain on a white-tee…a cat named El Gato making his rounds…pour another glass…yes…yes…

laughing at foolishness…our foolishness…a kiss…an embrace…her back touched lightly…playful licks…no harm…

music left it’s mark…we sang along…old songs…lyrical poems of promise…passion…somebody who cares…we both wanted someone who cared…

held throughout night…she slept…an occasional brush of blonde hair from green eyes closed…arm around her soft belly…shhh…let dreams happen…

legs entangled…awakened to a touch..morn came upon us….two people…two friends…damn that sun…

and we did not make love…

or…did we…

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