1. A conversation
2. A good feeling
3. At the time
4. Dreams and scale
5. An X
6. Bret
7. Gerrard
8. Knock on the floor
9. Matchboxes
10. New mix
11. Newspapers
12. Purple
13. Sebastian
14. Steve
15. Wisdom of gardens
16. What would it be
17. Dropping wine glasses
18. Two memories
19. The Ninja Tunes
20. When she agreed
21. Tattoos
22. Back in Joburg again
23. Wind
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When she agreed not to fuck me I said I'd take her hand and run down the stairs into
the street with the building behind us, turn right and run. We'd pass a bar and order
tequila and drink it before the change arrived. We'd buy more cigarettes, head out
and keep walking and talking all the time about what we'd do to each other in bed.
How we'd stand in front of each other naked and after touching and collapsing on
the floor, we'd change the tape and then change the tape again. Keep walking up the
road now at sunset and kiss leaning on a wall and keep going up this enormous
flight of stairs with flowers on both sides and turn and look down to where we'd
come from, to the clothes lying on the floor where her foot lies and plays with her
shoe. To her calf and knee, kiss them, to the thigh, broad and round and rough on
the outside and inside smooth and getting wet between my fingers and lips and
teeth. I look up and she has walked ahead. I run and catch up, she turns and smiles
and keeps walking. We'd peek through every window looking for lovers, looking for
us and more ideas. Perhaps we'd see a glimpse of an ass with a hand between it.
We'd get serious, standing beneath Franjapani's. We'd turn to each other
and confess our love and laugh 'cause we'd be lying and besides.
She said it was all about the word 'fuck'. That it crushes things. That it makes the
mountain quiver, but that it crushes things and I can't do it 'cause I always fall in
love. Every weekend I fall in love and then I feel stupid in the bath and usually dirty
on Monday. Cheeky, but always stupid. So lets remain lovers like this. And I swear, I
swear to god, tomorrow I'll pass you in the traffic and I'll tell you, you looked so
good last night, that you danced so well. That I must go because of the traffic you
know.
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