That fall, we made love like animals. We made love so fierce that the galaxy cracked in some places and then came crashing on our bare bodies, some pieces of which lay scattered on the white sheets until the dawn came and you left in discretion. That night was absolute, full, savage. Your gritted teeth wandered down my naval to the inside of thighs, making sounds similar to the screeching sound that my broken window pane makes when it comes down in connivance. Our bodies moved in synergy, like dancing to an ethereal symphony. My body smelled of smoke and liquor and you. Your body smelled like ash. You made your way inside me making me feel like I was possessed, taken, destroyed, broken, all at once. I tasted the clouds, the stars and the dust. You ate the universe, raw and erotic. And then, you ate me. Bite by bite. Piece by piece, and you swallowed me whole. I guess I broke a leg while you gulped me down your throat, it hurt me for days after you left.
And Now that it is fall again, the galaxy gazes down at me with stark light in its eyes.