Diary folio A-1
Earlier we had kissed to a window-framed backdrop of rutted origami fields cropped by belching cows, and as our lips parted, I had opened my eyes. It was then that she had laughed.
'Why are you laughing?'
'Because silly…you kiss with your eyes shut'. Her eyes were shiny with a moist film. Her mouth was clapped tight forcing it into a twisted smile. She was trying desperately not to laugh.
'I've never known a man who kisses with his eyes shut' she said - she of a thousand lovers.
I looked on embarrassed. Did I really kiss with my eyes shut? I was suddenly engrossed in a picture of my own sillyness. To my surprise and horror my cheeks had begun to sprout a blush. I tried to think of something else to get the colour to fade lest she noticed. I thought of something to say but knew not what. I concentrated on the first irrelevent thing that came to mind - A sultry tale from a thousand and one nights! This is not helping. I said nothing, pursed my lips and continued to stare her out (our faces were almost touching). She saw the ripening whorls of rose red colour form on my cheeks and burst out in laughter. Unable to contain herself any longer she raised her hand to her mouth in a gesture of apology. I leaned back, twisted my mouth in a metallic frown, dug a deep furrow in my forehead and sulked. I was upset; or at least feigned to be...
