Cohn - lonely, unfeeling, whatever

By Marvin Cohn

..... and with silent syncopation, dripping, dripping into separate, lonely, unfeeling, sterile, star-crossed bags, their blood perhaps never destined to mingle in the unbridled passion of consummate love, Jason, with eyes yearning for fulfillment, slowly and painfully turned his head, looking deeply into her eyes, her eyes yearning for him even more, he whispered these soothing words in rhythm to the subtle sounds of his pulsating heart: “Mary, we have to stop meeting like this.”

Chloe: “My named is Chloe.”

Jason: “ Oh, whatever.”

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