ode to an odalisque

you and I
have no memories
no broken down promises
no glasses of half-empty dreams
we never made plans
to conquer exotic islands
to ride whales
in underwater rodeos
I sacrificed no flowers to decorate your hair
no fingerprints of mine
can be found on your skin
the radio never played songs
to make us reminisce
moments on top of a hill
with city lights below.
in a parallel universe
in a cheap motel room
a couple with similar features
as ours
is sweating break-up sex
you and I will meet 
tomorrow
for the first time.