Stories: A Sequel

Another one of the poems attributed to my three week stay at the Duke TiP Kansas, Term II, '06 session. This was also recovered by Matthew Ervin. Once again, I can't thank him enough for the efforts.

Playing pretend.
With wine and candles.
And a dimly lit room.

Soft voices.
Loud voices.
Angered, sad, happy, indifferent.

The feel of a cloth against your neck.
You eyes closed.

An electricity on the air.
And you know.

This may be the last time like this.