When I kiss you I become
beautiful. It is possible.
You compare Asia de Cuba
to Eyes Wide Shut. It is
dark, somewhat foreboding,
alienating, sexy, contrived,
warm, wooden, and tipsy.
I love it.
We concentrate
on eating slowly. Even
when brought a giant
cake that could feed
the entire jungle.
Perfectly still. Focus on
the sheeny wrinkles of
the back of my hand.
Four year anniversary.
