the chocolate factory the first afternoon.
and smoke after sex, like the
cigars asserted personal Alleghenies of taste
The putative 3-D of the thin
of the unpredictable organizations of imagination.
of the usual wants, making their
in the midst of desire, stirring
layer or so down. But pleasure
and, after they had had their
the chocolate air again. They lay
off-white silk of the canopy. Tasks
more they thought about them, the
in San Fran, and Hughes in
"Train schedule?" "In my jacket." Nick
the hotel provided. He fell back
be able to stand it again?"
I said." Nora reached for a
it, broke off a piece. She
herself onto him to free her
open his mouth. He resisted, but
in and stretched insistently. When it
square of chocolate on his tongue.
lips, pinching them and sliding them
"See. It's good." She saw his
when he swallowed. He answered through
Fake Dream B
Nick and Nora were in Hershey
for their honeymoon; they even toured
Of course there were martinis before
movies said. Her cigarettes and his
under the omnipresent smell of chocolate.
clouds was an almost satisfactory picture
And then the taste, the ash
tongues a touch ugly and articulate
the whole kettle, at least a
was much bigger than their bodies,
particular fill, they began to notice
back and stared up at the
lay ahead, inert, scattered, and the
more urgent. "You know, there's Kingston
Harlem. They're not getting any clearer."
gestured over toward the ornamental desk
and sighed. "Chocolate. Think you'll ever
"Yeah." "Yeah, huh?" "That's exactly what
bar on the bedside table, opened
put it to his lips, pushed
other hand, which she used to
she edged a thumb and forefinger
was open enough she laid the
"Feeding time." Then she closed his
back and forth across each other.
tongue moving inside and she smiled
his compresed lips, "Yeah, it's good."