, tall and balding
She-lithe gothgirl, all black save her alabaster skin and lipstick the color of a deep flesh wound
Met in Comparitive Lit and found themselves both in love and with nothing in common.
He-found himself sweating profusely in the winter semester, hiding out in his office listening to Cole Porter records on his turntable while she turned around on his lap.
She-sat absent-mindedly on the leaf covered bench, listening to NIN while reading Checkov, waiting for his Intro class to end.
She -sent him drawings, poems, and photographs of places they had been together (excluding the two of them, for fear of evidence).
He -sent her nothing. Bought her nothing and seemed destined to give her nothing.
Until, three days before Christmas break..
She-found a typewritten note in her USED copy of
War and Peace-
So charmingly heathen,
your skin is like a teardrop on a popsicle