resume
From self satisfaction, while you watched me, with big excited eyes,
to the daring object of my mirror, in that barbershop.
From a rainy night at the front door of your room in that sleazy motel where I showed you, shoes only, my naked truth, to a perfect Christmas Eve, where everything was in its right place, you felt me there and then and allowed me to come in magisterial way, head over feet, under the table, without anyone noticing.
From Christmas to New Year’s Eve in which we found each other in plural and everything got wet and I mean that in the right kind of way.