swimmingly, kinda

Wanna go after we finish this one? I answer yes, watching him with an almost empty beer glass. Im tired, I say. He drinks another one home while we laugh on the late night cnn broadcasting. Algeria will be more difficult, he thinks. But that’s why its so interesting to be following it! I explain, excited, as always when it is about politics. I get kisses in return, and in a little while, fall asleep listening to him eating chips downstairs.

Its still too dark, when he curls his legs into mine and it’s the first time ever, well - for the past month, he is awake earlier than me. I realize where I am, feel his chest hair touching my back, and his palms owning my nakedness. All these crazy dreams I’ve been waken up from are gone, immediately. Its been a month since I met you, I remind myself, smile and fall asleep again. Later, after another few hours and moments that I will always remember, he laughs on my jokes and we talk about some short-term goals. Vacations, small getaways, summer, school. I forget to tell him about leaving to germany for a semester in September, and then I go home to change, take a shower, and listen to

Ceresne su zrele, a bluzka priuzka, nic vam nepomoze 

zelena haluzka

only to be late for our Pompidou date in the afternoon - to look for paintings we both like. 

It goes swimmingly, for now

sharing

He grabs my hand, and we synchronize our steps, walking by moulin rouge, passing by the strip bars, and people offering handouts with a list of tonight’s shows. He refuses the roses Pakis try to sell with big, fake smiles on their dark faces. I hold his knees and sip from his beer.

The concert is a five-minute walk from my place. He fell asleep as soon as I took off his shoes. I didn’t get enough sleep, he said, I played poker till seven. He snores hugging me, and I stare into the dark, awake till early morning, but even then, every one of his movements disrupts my dreams. They were about him anyway, so all good.