XVIII.

 

"You can't mean without words!" sHe says hands on hips, head at this angle,
an angle sHe has perfected eyes narrowed to slits like that, and sHe looks so
horribly masculine that my fingers start twitching with an urge to make marks
on that body, fingered inscriptions of the places I have been on the tough
undulations of that topography furrows through the forrested slopes and
valleys of the map of the body in my mind.

"That goes without saying," I say.

"Oh, you're incorrigible."

"I don't know what that means, or where it is, shall I get the dictionary?"

"No, you understand, you bitch."

"Only dogs can be bitches, and I'm certainly not one of _those_ ,"
I say stretching up in front of his face.

"It's a metaphor."

"Certainly not a very clever one, if the dogs I have met are anything
to understand by."

"Meaning is contingent upon context," sHe goes on.

"It is you who has been conned with text. " I purr back.

"Oh, so you know Italian now too." SHe smirks.

"I know much Italians, for example, that delicious Fabio down in the
grocery store on 5th. I like his rambutans."

"Oh, so, flirting with fruiteriers now are we?"

"What? You are too? Who is it?"

"Can't you be serious for a second?"

"Okay", I say, "What does this mean, then.."

I grab him behind the head and put open my mouth in front of his slitty
eyes and watch a little black fire twitch on in there. SHe doesn't reply so
I bend my head a bit and stick my open mouth over her lips, use my tongue
like a lever, a quick growing tree root looking for water in a drainpipe, let
my tongue run amok in there, stabbing the back of his throat, running along
the gums screaming in defiance, then make for the underbelly of the tongue
where I am ambushed and we wrestle for tongue supremacy, at first slammed
against the roof of the mouth, sHe is then overpowered by technique and cunning,
I slip off and drag spent muscle along the jagged surfaces of resistant molars and
my mind goes a complete blank.

"What did that mean then?" sHe asks.

"I don't know, I can't explain."

"I know what you mean," sHe nods sympathetic, "Now, take off your pants."

I do what sHe says.

 

<-- scene XVII

--> scene XIX.

pre-face