They remained still, bound in their kiss, when one’s tongue touched the other’s palate, and “you” touched “I”s palate, which produced another color, if it is permitted to call that color which cannot be compared to anything visible, as if the tongue was a brush to a palette of sound. The color passed into the open holes at either side of their heads. The sensation of presence coupled with this new sensation of one’s presence’s consequence — evidence passing into holes almost as breath — stirred in one and the other a desire to be the color of presence.
