Him:
She's the illusive part of a dream.
Blink and wonder if she's real. Can beauty be that vivid? Can a mind be that sharp? A mouth that bold?
She's everything I've ever been denied.
She's everything I'm too afraid to say I want.
She's here. Panther eyes. Hands on mine. In mine.
On me.
She's better than a dream.
Because she'll stay
If I give it all up.
Her:
He's the man I liked too much to pity and wanted too much to ignore
A harp played, a woman moaned her agonies and luxuries into a microphone and
He had chocolate and Scotch in his hands when I told him I wanted him
It was better than I imagined.
He wants to hide us and everything we've become.
Family, money, occupations, and career paths.
There's too much at stake, he says.
I am supposed to be his lifelong enemy. Not this.
But I am me, and I am his
Sacrifices will have to be made.
