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Light
Will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage …
–Hafiz, “In a Tree House”
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When I did nothing, she reached behind me and slid the zip of my blouse all the way down, easing it from my shoulders until it fell around my feet. I could not take my eyes off her. Karen smiled as she discarded her bra, putting her arms around me to turn my body towards the house. Her cheek brushed mine. ‘Can you feel them all watching you?’ The neighbour’s windows were empty, but in my mind’s eye I could see them. She undid the clasp on my bra, then moved her hands around to cup my breasts. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against Karen’s shoulder as the fabric left my breasts, then Karen’s hands returned. I could feel my neighbours watching me. They could see everything. Jenny and Brian, looking out of their bedroom window. The students next door on the other side, the other neighbours as well, catching only glimpses perhaps, some shocked, but all watching me. Seeing Karen kissing my neck and massaging my breasts. Seeing my desire for these things.
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Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.”
― Octavio Paz
