Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....At the Distance of Two.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...At the Distance of Two...


At the distance of 2, outside bees HUM, scarlet flora, a Summer fly, a carried Voice, scents, an open window suggesting Little doubt. A funeral in the lap of Creation!
SHE arises from the expanse of mattress, stretches, alerts to the louvre shuttered window. In profile, shadows catch a Chinese profile.
Nobody in this boudoir speaks Mandarin.

At the distance of 2, a Duet, Unforgiven, Unforgotten, dreamy, a LORE, a tragic-comic LIMBS spread-eagle, pump-gone! An UN-laid wasteland, dried sweat on pubic hair now perfumed with an affectation of guilt induced cigarette smoke; as in MAKING love, and the 2... roll each other cigarettes or pour Bollinger on their chest, breasts and genitalia.

At the distance of 2, silk stockings stretch upon nubile thighs, suspender pantalone grapple affirmative shoulders. A comb, a dash of Mascara. A filled vagina, satiated. A penis, Un-throbbed,
2 Spirts, in an illusion of perpetuity, noting the next calendar day-date of their mutual, domestic  Infidelity.

Un-awoken, Unspoken, Un-deciphered, yet ONE of the 2 is killed in an Auto accident thus breaking the chemistry. The ONE remaining wallows in the molasses of a victimless Crime.

No-one Knew!
No-one Knew!
No-one Knew!.....

…..At the distance of Two.



c2018,augusto,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca,sicily.