Don't think
of
his stalk, think
stalker. From
the start. He's
there, a shadow
your hip is
glued to. As
with animals,
no words
except the
body's. If you
breathe deeply
you'll forget
his eyes, frozen
lake blue. You
feel his presence
in blackness,
his thigh
against you.
Each move a
stroke of ink.
He has no name
