I first felt hopeless admiration when I watched him come off the court after a game of tennis, pulling off his shirt as

I first felt hopeless admiration when I watched him come off the court after a game of tennis, pulling off his shirt as roughly as a child would, his sweat drops white and pearly in the sun. His face was brighter than silver, sunburnt to coppery patches on the cheekbones, his florid shoulders weathered almost to the colour of claret. Let me love you, I said silently as we went to bed that night for the first time, let me stroke your shadows with my fingers and inhale your skin’s smell of honey and air; let me love you before you heave ho my hearty.

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