Heart Like Train

I saw this the other day, and thought it was great, so have reposted here… Of course, I prefer the bad girls any day over the nice girls, lol

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I’m caressing her, very softly. ‘So, am I a thing?’ she asks. ‘Ugh,’ I say. I’ve found a small dimple on one shoulder, above the armpit, soft, with no bone beneath, like the dimples in cheeks. I speak with my lips in the dimple. ‘Shoulder like cheek,’ I say. It’s incomprehensible. ‘What?’ she asks. But she doesn’t care in the last what I say to her. ‘Race like June,’ I say, still in the dimple. She doesn’t understand what I’m doing, but she likes it and laughs. She’s a nice girl. ‘Sea like arrival,’ I say, then take my mouth from her dimple and put my ear there to listen to the echo. All I hear is her breathing and, far away, her heart. ‘Heart like train,’ I say.

— Italo Calvino, “Love Far from Home,” Numbers in the Dark

~ by Madron on July 5, 2008.