Wednesday 12/06/2006 11:09:00 PM

We ate alone together. In tone and truth. And all the dots that wait for when we'll have enough ink to connect the two.

Hope isn't eternal. It's just more patient than I am.

We stopped briefly to purchase a case of warm beer before proceeding to the universal conundrum of casual sex. As foreplay he sung me a song he'd written for someone else. But I enjoyed the guile being so transparent.

The beer spilled over and so did he as I panted in time with his jabs. Carelessly motivating myself to let go. For once the goal wasn't to fill the hole.

But rather to prove how big it had become.

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