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It was only after he made her acquaintance

That it occurred to him

Maybe this was beyond the bounds of possibility

Henry saw her each morning

A superior mirage from the future

His hastily scribbled down phone number

Was received with a wry smile, no rebuff

They met at Warwick Street, dusk

The cars still on their homeward drive

And his heart pounding ashamedly

She arrived averting her eyes

But she expectantly walked over to join him

Terrine of Yorkshire gammon

Sweet potato mash

Duck eggs and a smile

Her gaze met his

Their hands lightly brushing

As he reached for the check

Do you remember when life was ecstasy?

The hotel room was bleak

But he hardly noticed as she took control

Her fingers deftly undoing the buttons

On his borrowed shirt

No noise except the buzz of the overhead light

And their breathing

Eyes closed

Dark hair thrown back in wild abandon

She whispered the national anthem

As he sank into her

She tasted of Rémy Martin and Ancient Rome

Hours of frantic lubricious coupling

Render them physically spent

Falling into a deep profound comatose sleep

Only waking days later

When the letter was delivered

Un astronauta en cielo