I cast myself before her, thin feathery pencil strokes suggesting fleeting glances, eyes half closed as I feel her soft powder face on mine. Her lips breathe on my lips; cushioned pink, they have the taste of almond.
When the woman I was making love to turned into a pig I knew that I had become too cynical. I watched her face fill out, her cheeks lose their definition and her nose turn up at me to form a perfectly cylindrical snout.
Original, Now One Night in Shibuya Music whirled from the speakers with the buzz of a carousel as the people jumped up and down and shouted out each number --…
The countdown had begun; music span from the speakers, clubbers jumped up, arms in the air, shouted each number, thirty nine, thirty eight, thirty seven, music beating each second with its rhythm.
When the woman I was making love to turned into a pig I knew that I had become too cynical. I watched her face fill out, her cheeks lose their definition and her nose turn up at me to form a perfectly cylindrical snout. Her skin became rough. It became pockmarked and covered in fine grey hairs and then her mouth widened and opened up to reveal a coarse and unclean set of teeth.
I wandered out into the cool night air and headed away from the quiet end of Roma Norte towards the bars along the Avenida Álvaro Obregón. Then I stopped to look at a bulletin on the door of a jazz café when suddenly a man pulled me by the arm and shoved me inside.
Alice slipped her arm under mine as if to seek protection in the folds of my body but I felt like a child warmed in her embrace. Each step we took through the mist revealed a new tree broken from its roots and lain flat on grass that shone with the morning dew. I asked: "Why does your father always talk to me about religion?"
When the woman I was making love to turned into a pig I knew that I had become too cynical. I watched her face fill out, her cheeks lose their definition and her nose turn up at me to form a perfectly cylindrical snout. Her skin became rough. It became pockmarked and covered in fine grey hairs and then her mouth widened and opened up to reveal a coarse and unclean set of teeth.
Original of Love in Slough "Sordid and diseased, the unnatural motions of two physical beings are constrained within their coarse solid inflexible 3-dimensional world. But can they not melt, infuse,…
