Assistance in my good life
For now, easily sustained by the warmth and softness of your naked arm against my chest, the tickle of your stark black hair, and your breath blowing dreamily against my ear.

Oh, but for the lies I've told that will soon enough come crumbling down from where I've, with naive confidence, constructed them. Will your eyes still close and your smile still dream against my stomach then? Will you still mummer sleepy confessions to me? Will you remember me with anger or with hurt?

Marius de Romanus
ante diem XVII Kalends Iulius MMDCCLX