Is it possible to be puritanically swathed in love with one and be completely, irresistibly, foolishly in lust with someone else?
Those of you interested in my (love) life can be rest assured that I am not the one asking this question; my morality is.
There I am trying to plan my life with someone, wanting to let go, avoiding questions about getting gaudily wedded with wary eyes and a stiff upper lip; and here I am noticing the quickening of breath followed by the feeling when you know your guts are getting FLOORED by glances and stupid glances alone which might not even mean anything (to anyone else).
And then there are conversations; on temporary prop staircases at the back of a stage with blue neon lights washing up faces, lips and in turn, the conversation itself.
I am a bad person cheating (?) on the person who is my only hope to the sanity of a pure and blessed life and an unearthly amount of love being showered on me.
But how am I supposed to wrench myself away from getting floored by silly remarks like "you look sexy because you wear a nose ring"
