Bathtub Ophelia drowns with her friends around her, placing the flowers and holding up her hair to make it just right.
Hamlet says I did love thee once and we continue to read, ignoring the girl with her dress to be fixed.
I get up in the morning, waking at the light, puts on her slip, her robe and her ring.
Every time I run into him, my friend, my lieutenant, we caress one another with love. He makes pancakes and omelets and cocktails again and again. We smoke together and we kiss.
Her eyes caress me with longing every time she sees me, and I pretend I do not see.
We dance and I let her lead, I lean into her movements and I don't even know at what point we start kissing. Her hands on the back of my head, her body pressed against mine.