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Cathedral Shadow
from a woman youll forget to forget
Youd think a body learns stillness over time.
But mine never did.
Even when I sit, something shifts a shoulder adjusting, the slow press of one thigh into the other.
Not restless. Just alive.
There are women who train their posture, who rehearse the curve of a hip in mirrors.
I dont.
I move the way rivers do in old cities instinctively, around what refuses to move.
My breasts are full. Not the kind that fit neatly into lace, but the kind that leave soft indentations in bedsheets.
My ass heavy, low, familiar. Ive never known it to lie.
Theres a faint scar on my stomach from a bike fall when I was eleven.
It pulls slightly when I laugh too hard.
And I do laugh not often, but honestly.
Usually at things that shouldnt be funny. Like men trying to hide how much they need touch.
My voice?
It stays close to the chest. I dont project.
If you lean in, Ill meet you halfway. But I never chase volume.
If we met in Cologne,
it would not be at a hotel or a gallery opening.
Wed meet by accident on the Hohenzollern Bridge, maybe,
just after rain,
where the locks rust in such soft colors it feels indecent to stare.
Or in Ehrenfeld, in the kind of bar that pretends not to know its own beauty.
Dim light. No music. The smell of citrus peel and wet leather.
We wouldnt talk much.
But our silence would warm quickly the way wine does when you stop holding the glass and let it touch the table.
Later
in a space with no name, behind a door you wouldnt remember by day
I would begin to undress.
Not to become someone else.
To become more myself.
Not a striptease show.
Not performance.
Not even ritual.
Just the gravity of skin that wants to be seen without being asked.
When I touch you
youll feel nothing at first.
Then everything.
An erotic massage, perhaps, if we were naming things.
But what I offer is not method.
Its attention.
The kind that doesnt correct, doesnt rush, doesnt apologize for wanting to stay longer than it should.
Some will call me escort Cologne.
Theyll whisper it like it reduces me.
Let them.
You
if youre still reading
you already know this isnt about service.
Its about choice.
And mine was you.
So Ill end here.
Not because theres nothing left.
But because the best parts always happen in silence
just before you speak.
Or dont.
