In The Kitchen

I was pouring a drink at the counter. You turned the corner and I watched your socks pad across the linoleum. I looked up and asked if you wanted one. You said you did. Your hair was down. You were wearing pj's with pink ribbon. The windows above us were dark. The stove lamp beside us was on. I smiled and you smiled. I said something about the colors in your eyes. You said they were hazel. You pulled close to me and a glass fell over. Your hand went around my arm and your eyelids dropped a little. I looked down and saw our bellies pressed together. You were holding my shirt and I was holding yours. You pressed into me. I looked down to see you. Your lashes were slowly rising and falling. My hand held the small of your back. The other went over your shoulder and down your arm. I thought I could feel each hair graze under my fingers. I brought my head down. My cheek touched your neck. I turned to put the spot between my cheek and my mouth inside the hollow of your neck. I could hear your breathing. Your chest was expanding and subsiding against mine. I breathed into you for a long time and thought about kissing you. Sometimes your knees went limp and I held you up. After awhile I whispered into your ear. I said you were beautiful. The sound of my voice was quivering, like it was coming from someplace cold. I said that you were such a good girl and I said to not do anything wrong. Your nose was blowing air in my ear. I lifted my head and saw your lips and I came in and touched them with mine and thought about the times I'd looked at the red in your skin, the changing clouds in your eyes, the cotton puff of your hair. I thought about the times I coveted you, wanted you against me, you away with me in some unknown place. I thought about how my fingers would move through your hair and then there was a noise in hall. I closed my eyes, drew myself down your neck. My cheek reached your shoulder blade. Steps came and you pulled away. I let my hands fall and turned to the vodka and orange juice. I heard you sit on the couch and I was suddenly empty in the head and mentioned something with too much volume about the drinks being thin.