His tongue moved over his lips, and I wondered if he could taste it,
the sweetness. His words faded out, and I knew nothing of what he spoke,
the world silent and still. All I could see was his lips, full and beautiful with chocolate staining them.
Here's a napkin, I told
him, but he didn't accept it. Just smiled, maybe he knew. Innocent and boyish, and all I could do was laugh.
I don't even like chocolate, but I wouldn't mind tasting it from him. His eyes laughing.
Haunting me.
There's chocolate on your mouth, I finally said. He took the napkin then, and wiped his mouth, but still, on the edge a little
smudge.
Is it gone? he asks me.
Yes.
It's gone.