Oct 25, 2005 11:50
In the cubicle next to me they are talking about first kisses: a discussion engendered by the hire of a young, rather foppish, blond man.
Not chronological nor hierarchical:
1. dorm room, your view of the city was lovely, tv in the background, my neck hurt from trying to kiss from a spooning position
2. plywood room, no view, you kept mixing up Frodo and Aragorn, I kissed back anyways, even though I’d thrown up ten minutes before.
3. “I didn’t rape you, did I?” and then a smashing of lips on my lowered brow, far too late.
4. “Svefn-G-Englar” as cocoon. (see Bloom remembering Molly, Ulysses)
5. fresh from the north country, I was lonely and unfair. You were unfair, too, but at least you had alcohol to blame.
6. you told me I had impeccable timing. Clearly you were wrong.
7. School dance, carefully orchestrated- we stumbled through “My Heart Will Go On,” until we kissed out of panic that it would end before we were brave enough.