“Fool of Me (Karma Remix x 3)” a Flash Fiction piece

She finally felt like I remember — maybe it was the distance between us, even in our attempt at reconciliation — that brought my thoughts to a bottom I could no longer feel. I inhaled; a fistful of locs, scented ever-so familiar; lifting her thigh, just above the knee; having to squeeze my way inside of a home that was no longer mine, felt like victory, validated in her moan. What kind of fool am I?

As we lay in the middle of neatly packed boxes….

“I want to kiss you. Does she want you with the pain I do? I smell you in my dreams, Shaun;” and I stopped, looking her in her swollen and teary eyes. We both knew what we were doing was wrong; it had to be a sin, redux, wrapped in warm silk, milky, dulce de Leche. The arches of her feet, tracing my skin, and I dreamed of conquering her body in a space capable of holding the seven continents.

“I want you to have my baby,” as her eyes rolled, ecstasy induced, reaching up to meet my lips. What kind of fool am I?

“Okay, yes,” she cried as we lay amongst foam butterflies and scrapbooks holding faded pictures of a time intruded upon; complicated enough to wish it were forgotten — maybe that it had been a dream, even. Condensation on windows; sweat upon top lips; a forever promise, made in a beautifully wrapped blanket of temporary insanity….