It was Gentle and Sweet

Kurt came over pissed off his brain, late. He stumbled into my house, out of it. I'd been asleep, for a while, afternoon nap and all. I guided him back to the bedroom, he was unsteady. I pulled his clothes off and he was asleep on the pillow before I finished getting his arm out of his sleeve.

It was really touching, really. Yes, touching. I listened to his breathing, in out. I felt his smooth skin with my fingertips. I touched his soft hair. I felt his chest rise and fall. He snored for a minute, but only a minute.

It was gentle and sweet.

Then I climbed in next to him, and the afternoon siesta continued. Lazy Sunday afternoon. I smelt of soap and shampoo, Kurt smelt of beer and cigarettes and puppy dog’s tails.