Bitter Love

Bitter Love In the night, I whispered no one love like us entwined we're one body a mass of sated lust. Her room above an ice-cream parlour was an angle's boudoir. I left for work in a cloud of pink infatuation and felt benevolent to all creatures in the world. Nothing could touch me now the coast was clear of underwater reefs. Suddenly it changed a boyfriend, a fisherman came back from the sea, it was him she loved in our throes of climax, her thought was of him. A fall from grace, total humiliation, the beauty fragmented into thousand pieces of the utterly repugnant memories. She and her lover boarded a ferry to Denmark and that was the end of our love affair.