BINDER
Compose
The taste of chopsticks
I went again tonight. And I didn't think you could reach such a level of intimacy. At first, when I walked in, he didn't speak, he didn't make a sound. He would look at me with those slightly feverish eyes of his, sometimes just swollen, and let me sit, settle, choose, in silence. Then slowly he began to understand, to get the hang of it, when he realized that it was not a one-time thing. Then time after time, as love was born, he began to greet me fully, to loosen up and even talk to his men ab...