Fine, take off your pants. I’ll break your damn heart now.

     
Opening credits      
     
We stand toe to toe      
and you smell      
my jasmine perfume      
as I clasp your hands      
and kiss you on the cheek.      
     
Cut to Vignette 1      
     
The urge to brush the      
strand of hair out of my face      
is overwhelming,      
but I’m gesticulating wildly      
about some inane premise.      
And you are so fucking charmed.      
     
I drag half of the diner      
into the conversation      
about protons, and      
walrus vaginas, and      
surfboards.      
After we’ve      
made best friends with      
the entire state,      
my eyes are on fire and      
my cheeks curl      
into a shit-eating grin      
     
you do it.      
     
You lean in.      
Push the strand aside,      
cup my face      
and kiss me      
over breakfast.      
     
My hair drizzles through      
maple syrup and      
I’m too wrapped up      
in the slow way your      
tongue traces my mouth      
to freak out about it.      
     
Cut to Vignette 2      
     
The sun licks      
my shoulders,      
my skin slides      
against yours      
in the chest-deep water.      
Sunblock makes it feel      
like we’re      
full-body lubed,      
and our bathing suits      
are just condoms.      
     
You push      
against me,      
hard,      
I grind      
back,      
soft;      
and we stare into each other’s eyes      
wondering if we dare remove      
these flimsy barriers      
     
Your breath catches      
in your throat      
as I move      
my bottoms      
to the side      
     
Cut to Vignette 3      
     
One hand pins      
my delicate wrists      
above my head;      
your other hand shakes,      
fumbling your zipper      
while filth falls like      
sonnets from my      
swollen mouth      
     
and fuck, it’s vile,      
and hot,      
because I walk      
like a princess      
and fuck like war;      
it’s all you can      
do to keep me in hand      
as a mile-long leg      
grabs at your waist.      
     
You slide in,      
swearing and grunting,      
your shoulder blades      
bleeding,      
and your legs almost buckle      
because      
it was never like this      
It was never …      
     
Cut to Vignette 4      
     
I take you up in me      
slowly,      
and write our names      
in cursive      
with my hips,      
while your palms span      
my waist,      
and your thumb      
traces my      
hidden tattoo.      
     
For the first time      
I don’t have anything to say      
but      
     
Yes…      
     
You watch my      
head fall back,      
eyes flutter shut,    
I brace myself      
on your thighs,      
     
and you feel lust like      
tender rage      
coil in the bottom      
of your stomach      
     
Cut to Vignette 5      
     
You made me feel      
safe enough to      
fall asleep draped      
on your chest,      
     
after showing you      
my scars;      
     
and that deep pool      
of protectiveness,      
that crazed feeling of      
mine      
wells up as you      
untangle my hair,      
     
because it’s never      
been      
like      
     
this      
     
Denouement      
     
I see you stare across the table,      
and I know it isn’t worth it.      
I tuck my hair behind my ears      
and lean back in the booth,      
shaking my head slightly.      
     
Because you think it is.      
     
Right now the promises of      
the flash-forward feelings      
is enough to seduce you,      
because you can smell the      
mist of our sex in the air,      
and it smells like the      
part of you that’s missing;      
     
you can feel      
our mouths fucking,      
and we both taste like come,      
and the firm globe of my ass      
with your handprint etched on it,      
and the fact I can salsa dance,      
and suck your soul though your dick,        
and goddamn we have a connection ,      
because my history is tragic,      
and I feel like home,      
and taste like the tropics,      
and the night we fucked      
in strange positions      
until my calf cramped,      
and then jacked each other off,      
and the way we laughed      
about every      
damn thing         
I’m so fucking fun,      
 
and I make you feel something,      
god, you want to feel something,      
just please let you feel something      
because      
I’m wild,      
impassioned,      
seductive,      
insane,      
and that night we made love,      
and my body still      
     
breaks out      
     
in      
     
chills….      
     
But…      
     
But…      
     
(don’t do it)      
     
You lean over and      
my hair gets      
fucked up.      
     
In the goddamn maple syrup.      
     
     
Cut to End      
     
My heel punctures your aorta.      
     
I step back after      
kissing your cheek      
and pull my hands from yours,      
unaware your left ventricle      
is beneath the pointed toe      
of my new shoe.      
     
Your hands fist by your sides      
because they know      
what my damp skin tastes like.      
     
I smile that little shit-eating grin,      
and make a joke you have      
to force yourself to laugh at,      
as you watch me walk away      
with the air      
of a woman who      
owns the world.      
     
I never see that each step      
away from you leaves   
a bloody      
exclamation      
point.      
     
     
Fade to black      
     
     
Roll credits