Greeting through pale-pink martinis; icebreakers, on the rocks. Brown eyes, fondling and possessive.
This is a chance meeting between myself and my former-girlfriend's mother, at work.
Talk of choosing words over notes, silence over sound. Approval through disdain and judgment. Intrigued, attracted, matriarch wishes my hair and smile were still her daughter's.
"There are alot of crazies in the world, but I trust you."
This is the most I've ever spoken with her.
Black button-up pressed into blue blouse. Tight, young pectorals hard against seductive-soft, experienced breasts. Fingertips through lip-scruff. Embrace-- awkward, erotic.
This is the strange intimacy of the encounter's parting hug.
