end of a nova
i remember sitting with him at the park bench. nova, tall dark and handsome, a sly salesman. air humid, slightly cool, with faint sounds of cicadas. the sexy feel of freshly shaven beard stubs brushing sensually against my hands.
telling him, it's hard to trust...
if it burns brightly... it ends quickly.
i look at him. kissing my arms, staring at me seductively with half closed eyes. he reassures me, there are all kinds of people in the world, but in the end of the day you need to take a leap of faith and trust.
it burned brightly, it ended just as quickly.















