Circa 1992
The heat was oppressive our bodies wet with blood and sweat the smell alone was enough to drive me insane. I felt her hair cool and soft, her flesh glistening and white , luna being reflected off the lake in autumn when the mist was rising through the cooling air. She looked almost angelic. I began to bite my way down her stomach to her thighs. I was tugging and pulling at her flesh with my teeth. I tasted her blood as it began to trickle onto my lips. Her finger nails ripped into my shoulders and I felt the blood running across my skin, forming a hot sticky pool on my lower back. She raised my face to hers, her eyes holding mine the air began to swirl slowly forming eddies around us as we were drawn into each other; Twisting and writhing caressing and tearing we did not become one, but rather our souls and bodies became entertwined perserving our individuality, and becoming indistiguishable from one another from the shear complexity of the patterns that were created. When I awoke we were lying apart. I do not remember the parting of our bodies and souls. I do not even remember if that magical occurrence was real or an ecstatical hallucination. I do not care to recall either. The death of anything is bitter especially when it is as sweet as the nights I spent on Park Street.