Zoe Cummins

There's not a lot of talking as your English is still poor.

There are wild hand gestures, though, and a lot of physical contact.

You grab me by the waist and lead me.

On the bus we can't keep our hands off each other.

In bed we grip each other's smooth shoulders, make obscene love and create a cave around us.

Time is slow and everything seems significant.

When we move in, we have a suitcase each.

Our flat for the first few weeks contains nothing else of note but our code books.

So you would find it difficult to pin down who might live here and who we as people are.

We have nothing.

In the beginning, I can't see you objectively.

You are foreign and therefore mysterious.

You are strong and therefore desirable.

Then, when we've been together for a long time, my life set on top of yours and yours set on mine, I'm even less objective.

The first present you give me is a necklace with the letters YJYVS on it.

I check the book.

I fiddle with it constantly.

People ask me what it means, but I say they're just random letters.

02413 BEGYD Private Code

We enjoy the mystery.