You had said you loved me. That was the treachery of language
When you said what you did, I felt that you might actually love me. You said that if all the pleasure of your love with other men were added altogether, they wouldn't equal a single moment with me. Why otherwise would you cry out so much!
I smiled as I lay on your breast.
My greatest asset is that I know myself. All that criticism of me all those years made me habitually criticize myself. I knew that you were trying to comfort and encourage me, because at the same time you kept caressing my back. If it hadn't been for the hot chill of your ring, like steaming blood and also like cold mud. I think I might have believed you.
The reason I am telling you all of this is that I often think of what you said that day.... That day the sun leap irreverently out of the ocean. It passed through the room, turning the two of us a crimson red.
