the misunderstanding

"I lied to you before, when you asked me what I dream about.

I dream of intimacy, of false intimacy.

Within the wheezing lights, I am dancing with her always, breathless in the liquid night. We're dancing in the closed street to music that only we can hear.

The rest of her is only a vehicle for her hips and they drive me to passion I didn't know was in me. As the rain starts to soothe us I lean towards her, I slip my fingers behind her shoulders and i draw her to me.

She sneers, shrugs away, disappointed"