We stretched out with the light on. Then with the light off. She laughs in the darkness as I whisper that the victim is now in the arms of her executioner. We left behind the sick terms and busied ourselves with what we have. Just a man and a woman together, with an angel between them. We put the years aside and try delayed love. We fail or succeed. Lean and dry years passed us by. We forgot the arts of companionship. But love is like swimming and riding a bike. A skill one abandons but never forgets. He dives into the water, moves his arms and legs, and swims. The thirsty embrace contains him.