Coming Together

“Ah, yes. From the poem. I didn’t suggest that had to be done. That is his idea of a perfect coupling. He’s an impetuous youth; he always wants everything right now. I blame American television and movies. He is obsessed with the poem I wrote for you. I always regretted the poem ended that way, that you and I—”

“Come, lay with me. We are older now. And I am much more experienced,” I whispered.

“I cannot fuck a man anymore. The weaknesses of my body—”

“There are many ways,” I whispered. “Come, lay with me.”