THE TWENTY-SIXTH
They kissed at the door, which Monika was trying to close, and Martin to push open, although, of course, not forcibly. It was the urgent movement of two bodies pressed to a gap, the swinging periphery of which was constituted by the edge of the door wavering between Come and Go; meanwhile their lips and tongues touched each other with ineffable tenderness. The area of trust widened and narrowed like their breath. The more forcefully Monika’s shoulder pressed the door against his breast, the more strongly her hand pulled his head in against her face, and the more strongly Martin pressed forward to cross the threshold in his desire to embrace her, press her down and make love to her, the more understandingly he gave ground under the pressure of the wood that was pushing him
