The word he sought was stable

A still quiet place, a glass of wine, a kiss.

Who knew it would be a blue moon, with a pig flying overhead.

Ah well, let us dine in peace then, make love in a bed with not even so much as a bruise, no knives, no shattering, merely several very good orgasms and then a restful sleep.

Tomorrow the sun will rise in the west, of course.

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2 Responses to The word he sought was stable

  1. Lin says:

    And if it does we’ll toast the end of a world and the beginning of a new one.

    But I do not think the sheets must remain pure as driven snow for us to be a still, quiet place in the midst of others’ chaos. A streak of red here and there lends interest to the effect. Punctuation, if you will.

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