Film Strip

We’re not dating anymore
That never stopped us before
But on the back of the car?
Yes
In the driveway?
Yes
But someone might see us
Exactly

She pursed her lips
And looked down at his nightstand
Two hundred

I don’t have that kind of money
I know
Then why?
If you can’t pay…
But this is art
It’s sex
It’s sex in an artistic medium
VHS is an artistic medium?

Breaking up was becoming a matter
For lawyers
So many details
Compromises & negotiations
Some stranger than others

You can wear the top ok?
I’ll still be naked
You’ll be partially naked
Let me wear the skirt too
Fine but you only get fifty

If he couldn’t have her
He’d have celluloid memories
Play, pause, masturbate
Rewind to the money shot
She knew how to moan
Like a starlet

Like this?
Bent over under sparkling skies
Yes, don’t move
Pavement under her feet
Ready for action?
Camera rolling

He had learned so much from her
She was the experienced traveler
He the novice lover
She was growing bored
He had grown obsessive

Yes
Make it good
This is the last time he’d know her secrets
A last time that would replay forever in his VCR
On many lonely nights
But she’d be gone

Yes, Harder, Yes
A tear rolled down his face
And landed on her back
The intensity was purely psychological
An expression of loss

Give it to me!
His arms gripped around her
She bucked back into him
Her shrieks echoed into the night sky
He shuddered with awe

Cut
The scene ended too quickly
It’s over? She asked surprised
Yes He wept to himself
It’s over
We’re done