Let's Score

Plover WI

Description

I am an athletic middle aged man. Are you a woman with a smile and sparkling eyes? I am free on Thursday, 6/30. Are you? You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end— I drew the gown over my head; a red flush covered my face and shoulders. It will run its course, the course of fire, setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes. You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face as though you had felt it also— you must have known, then, how I wanted you. We will always know that, you and I. The proof will be my body.