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IAGO

Saturn Day, the fourteenth day of the month of Duir

Saturday, June 23, 2012

T o be honest, I wasn’t conscious of when the night died and our first morning together was born. I know that in my dreams Dana wasn’t wearing any clothing that would tie her to, or identify her with, any particular era, but her name and her face never changed. I know that we rolled on top of each other in our semislumber, half-awake, half-asleep in the clean dawn light, embracing each other so we wouldn’t fall off the bed. I, ever mindful of the wound on her back; she, piercing me with her gaze, without disturbing me. We were both looking forward to the next step. And it was as it should be, because we owed it to each other.

First came the kisses at the corners of the mouth, kisses with our eyes open. Her thighs were soft and trembled just as I remembered. My hands navigated her narrow waist, and Dana again explored the nape of my neck and my shoulders, retracing the route she initiated during our very first night. This time, however, she wasn’t sad. This time, she was warm. She had all the time in the world, although there was an urgency, too.

But I owed my lady a tribute, so I sat her on the edge of the bed so that her back wouldn’t be resting on the mattress. Then I kissed the taut, smooth belly of one who has never been a mother and made my way down to the inside of her thighs. I moistened the tip of my tongue in her mouth and, using it like a brush, painted pictograms with the saliva and then blew them dry with my breath while she held her breath as my kisses brought her tsunami ever closer.

Then she whispered, “Imagine we are both virgins again.”

I obeyed, and that new reality ended up heightening my passion.

I know I spoke to her in a thousand tongues, because I swore I would never again raise any barriers between us, and I know she understood them all. I know that a short time later neither of us could hold back, the pajama top and bottom had disappeared, and I had no memory of the sequence in which that happened. All I know is that two battle-scarred warriors, both on the same side, were fighting on that battlefield.

Dana moaned in my ear, making me forget everything prior to her existence in my life. I entered her, holding on to her hips as our bodies created their own rhythm, as if they were casting aside those parts of us that belonged to the past and anything we might have done back then. And as we were seated on our throne, with Dana on my lap, she finally revealed herself as the goddess she’d always been, and I as the immortal I’d always been.

As such we reached orgasm, and it took away our consciousness. For a moment I became disorientated again and sensed the vertigo that came with not knowing who I was. But she saw it in my eyes and held my face and whispered my most recent name to me over and over again. Then we cried out in unison, not the least bit concerned about the neighbors in the other buildings, or the walls, or the passersby twisting their heads to look upward one Saturday morning on the Paseo de Pereda.