天丼

📍 Atami, Shizuoka, Japan (map)

Just a little thing. A little bath in a little town. In a round tub above the Atami skyline, high as kites, we hold each other and kiss and kiss and kiss for what feels like an eternity. I never want it to end, I think. And so I have to say it.

“I can’t stop kissing you,” I stop kissing him to say.

He looks at me and mumbles something.

Ten don?” I say. “You want to eat tendon?”

He laughs, stops me as I teeter on the edge of rambling about the food places I’ve looked up nearby, and says it again.

“Then dance ?” I say, half incredulously. What does he want from me, I think. Exasperated, he stares at me and enunciates slowly, clearly. “Then. Don’t.”

It’s such a silly moment and I’m still thinking of rice bowls filled with tempura and what dances I feel like doing and he kisses me and I kiss him again and again and I think I want none of this to end, none of it.