He felt me with his fingers and laid me down on...

Wednesday January 11, 2012

“He felt me with his fingers and laid me down on his bed. I clung to him. ‘I don’t want to come,’ he said. ‘Don’t,’ I said, clinging like a barnacle, like a monkey without its mother. I didn’t want either of us to come. I wanted it to last and last. He repositioned me with pillows underneath. He pressed my face flat to the side with his palm full on my cheek. He wrapped his arms completely around me while I lay on my stomach, saying things I didn’t hear into my hair. It was so good. Luminous. Inexplicable. One thick gold smear. His stomach was firm with give, full but lean. I noticed his body when he got up to adjust the floor heater. Unintentional. Just right.”

— Incomplete