she said I’m up to me arse in love with you.

he bedded hershe bedded him they bedded the night they met

they were in their first date date

                                    dinner

she wore a flattering sheath

he nearly shit

               he was visiting Ireland have a Guinness creamed at a pub a Jameson buy a merino wool pullover sweater

hadnt anticipated her  Laura

                               her freaking freckles

she made him want to connect em fashion the known constellations on her body with blacklight ink makeup new ones

   No  Anticipation

                             thought   . . up to her arse

anwha an arse

found he preferred it to ass

                               or maybe it was the way Laura said it  flauted it   My arse this my arse tha

hed take her arse any way she offered Just keep sayin kiddo  keep sayin it

. . . in love with you

theres leeway

growing room

   theres no commitment

I love you

   in love isnt I love

                        he recalled a line from Bruens Killing of the Tinkers Mrs Bailey says to Jack “She’s far too fond of you to be your wife.”

in love fond

love

     not casual not a ploy

hed been both

lotsa in loves

one love

   still hooked

he was visiting   they knew Laura  knew

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