one of my favorite parts

"You are a man who has lived on the trees for me alone, to learn to love me..."
"Yes...yes..."
"Kiss me."
He pressed her against the trunk, kissed her. Raising his face, he realized her beauty as if he had never seen it before."Say, how beautiful you are..."
"For you..." and she unbuttoned her while blouse. Her breast was young, the nipples rosy. Cosimo just grazed it with his lips, before Viola slid away over the branches as if she were flying, with him clambering after her, and that skirt of hers always in his face.
"But where are you taking me to?"asked Viola as if it were he leading her, not she him.
"This way," and they went to certain oliver trees protruding from a cliff, and from the top of these was the sea, of which till now they had glimpsed only a fragment, and even that was half hidden by leaves and branches;but now suddenly they found the sea there facing them, calm and limpid and vast as the sky. The horizon opened wide and high and the blue was stretched and bare, without a sail; and they could counter the scarcely perceptible ripples of the waves. Only a very light rustle, like a sigh, ran over the pebbles on the beach.
With eyes half dazed, Cosimo and Viola moved back into the shade of the dark-green foliage. "This way.."
In a walnut, at the fork of the trunk, was a hollow, formed from an old ax wound, and this was one of Cosimo's refuges. Over it was stretched a boarskin, and around it were a flask, a tool or two, and a bowl.
Viola flung herself down on the boarskin." Do you bring other women here?"
He hesistated. And Viola:"If you haven't, you're not much of a man."
"Yes... One or two..."
She slapped him full in the face."So that's how you awaited me?"
Cosimo passed his hand over his scarlet cheek and could think of no word to say; but now she seemed to be in a good mood again."And what were they like? Tell me. What were they like?"
"Not like you, Viola, not like you..."
"How d'you know what I'm like, eh, how d'you know?"
She was gentle now, and Cosimo never ceased to be surprised at these sudden changes of hers. He moved close to her. Viola was gold and honey.
"Say..."
"Say...:
They knew each other. He knew her and so himself, for in truth he had never known himself. And she knew him and so herself, for although she had always known herself she had never been able to recognize it until now.

-The Baron in the Trees, Italo Calvino