Do you know what this plant is? I asked him. He had bent over to smell the pretty purplypink flower, and he had the strangest look at him face.

"Let me smell" I said. It was a hugely intoxicating smell. We both stopped and breathed it in. It filled me with some kind of longing.

The smell followed my young man and me back into the living room, filling our senses. He turned to me, about to say something, but when our eyes met it was like someone turned up the temperature.

We walked straight into one another and lost everything but our senses. Breath and skin and warmth and smell and touch became the whole universe. The breeze of his panting breath on my prickling skin and his hair through my fingers and the heat of his skin on mine, my hair rubbing his skin. All the ways our bodies could feel inside and against each other twining and sliding. The world collapsed on the five compass points of our senses and then exploded in all directions. There was no stopping. Again and again like nothing I'd even thought of attempting. He was the most interesting object in the world, excepting only the fascinating entity my body had become.

I didn't care what he thought. I didn't care what I thought. He didn't object but even if he had it would not have been something I could concern myself with. I had to have his body for mine.

When dawn came, we at last collapsed satisfied. He left to clean up and let himself out. I didn't even notice when he left. I was filled utterly and completely by contentment. External things had nothing to do with me. The sun shafting across my bed and over my skin was perfection. I rested, and time slipped away from me.

Maybe it was a whole day, I don't know for sure. When I got out of bed I tried to put on some jeans but they were uncomfortably tight. I got something with an elastic band and went to water my plants.

My beautiful flower had dropped off already, but just as my heart dropped in disappointment I saw that a small fruit was forming where the flower had been. A purplypink fruit barely begun. It touched my heart, the perfect small fruit.

The sun felt so good, I went inside to get some honey tea and sat outside. I snoozed on my swing and inhaled the smells of my little garden.