I sat on the green, my back to you, in the sun, trying to forget your words (harsh, abrasive), when a man sat next to me. ‘Fancy a shag?’ he said, and I laughed. That he walked off swaying was of no concern.
But with that idea, I returned, said I wanted you and we made love furiously on the floor, bathed in yellow sunlight. That we eschewed prophylactics was mildly concerning.