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