the wind drives, rain sweeping. the office warm and accommodating, comfort. the workshop damp and cold. petals dipped in butter. teeth dragging. removing hair to find the heart – but we distrust love. you tried giving the cat champagne. cleaved the heart and shared the fruit. you placed an ice cube onto a log in the wood burner and we watched it melt. i discovered another detail from Her Lover’s Secret. the sex they have erodes the heart. let’s just stick to being friends who kiss once in a while. or let’s die in a passion play.