When he enters me from behind I am always afraid that if I look up, I will not see him, that there will be no one there. So, I do not look. I stare ahead, allow the strange pressure, the force to do to me what it will. If I cry out, it is not his name. When I cry out as we come If I cry out it is to be all, to be everything I aaam in that moommmmmeeeentt – if I cry out, I do not notice. I am gooooonnnnnneeee I aam warrrm aand prretttty and smalll and
