August 29, 1990, Edinburgh, Scotland from DODO: The European Journals: July 1990-January 1991

Published in the Dodo: The European Notebooks: 1990-1991, Journal

      I move my hand over X’s shoulder as she sleeps.  I kiss her belly and she stretches until she’s on her back.  I bring my lips and hands over her hip and onto her inner thigh.  She’s not even moist.  We don’t make love but it’s comfortable.  I get up and smoke a cigarette on the porch. 

      When I walk back she’s already dressed — we’ve run out of time.  I sit beside her.  “Can we talk about it?”  She giggles.  “Can we?  Of course we can.”  “I loved being with you, you were beautiful.  I was a little taken aback when you weren’t wet.”  “I was a little surprised when you fell asleep.”  “I fell asleep?”  And I remembered, yes.  I’d turned her over and kissed her, and she was so warm, so smooth.  I fell asleep.  “I’d like to try again.”  “That’d be great, I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.”  She smiled, and changed the subject.