Him: Perfection in a glass globe

She flung her foot on the table and peeled up her black mesh stockings. She looked at him under the misty lights with moist red lips, and casted her eyes down at him. He wished he could run his fingers through her soft blonde hair strands, but he was sitting down on the chair and

Him: Another night

Another night and yet again he thought about the wretched stripper that he loved who didn’t love him back. Her luscious hair, her sparkling eyes, the way she spun on the pole and walked with stride. The way she lifted her skirt and teased with her smile. The way she held his hand, to take

Him: Moonlights and touch

‘How can I live without you’ he thought while envisioning the stripper that he loved.He replayed the conversation they had a couple of nights ago and the many conversations before that. It was all a blur. What stuck to him was how they made him feel, and what he felt was that he needed her.Like

Him: Arm’s length

He and the stripper were sitting across from each other at the table next week.“Can we be close to each other without being lovers”? she asked him.“Well, is there something to talk about?” He asked her.“Some things specifically” she said.“Like…?”“Like the theory of relativity.”“I don’t know about that” he said as he looked away.“It’s how

Him: With her

“Your story’s good” she said while blowing her cigarette up in air at the table with him. Across the table, he dipped his fries into the ketchup then ate it. She wouldn’t have believed that the only story that ever mattered to him was the one with her in it. ‘Hell, I don’t even need

Him: I just needed to talk

He dialed the hot girl hotline. He fumbled through the steps for payment. “Hello…” a seductive voice answered.“Hi” he said, “I just needed to talk” and he broke down and cried. Typically, he would have gone to the familiar strip club and attempt to talk to the girl he loved. However, she only made herself

Him: Delusional state

He made her breakfast; whatever she wanted, and they ate together. They went for a nice afternoon walk. They huddled and cuddled. Watched their kids play. Kissed each other “goodnight” and repeated it the next day. That’s all he ever wanted. It gave him purpose. He also had a supportive wife. Every night they pretended

Him: A hug that would go nowhere

He looked out the window of his apartment’s living room. The sun was setting, and his feelings were just as distant. He thought about the temporary situations in his life, and how they made him feel so alive. And yet so empty. Like that one-night stand he had with a stripper that led to nowhere.

Him: Highlight of the year

They met up another weeknight at the same table in the strip club. She was still as distant as before. She dragged her cigarette in front of him. Her painted eyelids were cast down, and it seemed as if she was in deep thought. He stared at her. His light hairs shone underneath the club

Him: I love depressed guys

“I love depressed guys” the stripper said as she stared at the club’s ceiling and smoked her cigarette, “They’re good at sex.”“Well I’m not depressed and I’m good at sex” he said.She turned to look at him and blinked her eyes, “You live in a closet, smoke crack at dawn, and have a disease” she

Him: He got a phone call

He got a phone call from the stripper he loved one night. She was crying on the other line, “I just need somebody to talk to” she sobbed. She told him how the guy she was seeing used her and left. How she had given him some of her hard-earned money, only to never get

Him: He delivered sandwiches

Their story’s never complete. It always stopped in the middle before any climax happened. Just like when he stopped talking about the time he was taken advantage of, and she couldn’t pry further. Mouth locked and zipped without gap. He delivered food though, during times like the pandemic, and he went to shady houses owned

Whatever he is

My lover’s so far away again flashing through a bike ride down lonely lanes, streets, shrubs, paths… The clouds are heavy, and the skies are bleak again I can feel each cell thrive and shrivel in my body I just want to be naked and sprawl on the great green grass; get kissed by the

Everywhere

My love my love my love my love Him him him him Everwhere everwhere everwhere everwhere  

Who do you love?