She was writhing beneath you not saying a word. Her head filled with asymmetrical facts trying so hard to build upon a foundation of beauty. He and me: we decided to come here and will end up together. For we knew not pressure but that which we divined upon ourselves. Our laughter was hearty (pun received?) and felt only between ourselves. We built things of anguish if only to solve problems at a rapid pace we read together as youths. We write for each other but I’ll never tell.