Magnets

"Men have feelings too", I said.

"Do you ever feel alone, just beautifully and spectacularly alone?"

The night breathed down our thighs.

A tangle of white cotton sheets.

Rustling.

Silence.

"Magnets repel, then attract."

"Attract, then repel".

You would say these same words to me, on the night when you split us like the sea, singing songs of redemption in a language I had long forgotten.

Freedom tastes of bitter herbs and lonely nights, when memories mingled with moonlight shine down on my body, shrouded in freshly laundered sheets.

Rustling.

Silence.