Open Water

Leaning over the edge, the water choppy, the phone line clear, the words urgent, the language flimsy and insufficient, the feelings honest. Ask: if flexing is being able to say the most in the fewest number of words, is there a greater flex than love? To give desire a voice is to give it a body through which to breathe and live. Towards the end of the laughter, as it trailed away into the night, as their tyres screeched, engine revving, the joy morphed, returning to its usual form.