Chapter 32 Spring Blossoms

• SPRING WAS A FEAST this year: waxy snow drops first and violets, pink and white and many purples, then yellow daffodils and small translucent white ones and creamy ones with egg-yoke yellow centers. Tiny spring beauties sprouted near the mailbox, vinca minor turned their small cobalt faces up from rich greenery. Flowering quince exploded overnight into labia-orange rays.
• I reached for you in the morning, every morning, feeling myseif flowering too, my own sap rising and spilling over into an excess of energy, of passion, of sheer exhuberant good spirits.
• Sometimes you responded. Sometimes you nuzzled and went back to sleep. Sometimes I masturbated there in bed beside you, then you'd come wide awake, helping, rolling against me, rubbing, laughing until pleasure would take us, pulling us into its own rising currents, making us move in jerky, syncopated movements, clutching and breathing hard.