
Long Exposures of Sex
We love the habits of love. The way you wear your hair. The way you drink your coffee. The way you turn your back on me in the mornings so that I will shift to fit myself round you. The way you open the door when you see me coming home. When I leave I look up at the window and I know you will be watching me, watching over me go.
And at the same time love needs to be new every day. The fresh damp risen-up feel of love.
Gertrude Stein said – There is no there there – at once refusing materiality and consolation.
I am lonely when I love because I feel the immensity of the task – the stoking and tending of love. I feel unable, overwhelmed. I feel I can only fail. So I hide and I cling all at once. I need you near me, in my house, but I don’t want you to find my hiding place. Hold me. Don’t come too close.
—All I Know About Gertrude Stein
— Jeanette Winterson