it was
nice meeting you, Ingunn
I’m
referring, of course, to
your
infinite legs crossing the space of that beautiful spare room.
was it
about your heart too, or
was it
just a fast-food commodity?
how in
the world could this be relevant?
we both
know these are just logistic details, you incandescent nordic cookie.
in the
aftermath,
getting
drunk together
was like
a royal payoff
and a
perfect perverse storm on a boring sunny weather.
maybe
I’ll see you again
maybe not.
who cares
about an yet unwritten future track
when we
didn’t miss the present, and had such a great..
