My body, this

body, that has

nothing to do

with who

I am. But

it’s my body,

this body you

long for. Sinew

and twist of flesh,

helix of desire and vanity.

These bodies. Your body.

My body. Ours

swallowing each other

whole. This. That.

Neck. Mouth. Cock. Cunt.

Little terrorist, you terrify me.

Come in then. Climb on. Get in.

Well, if you insist. If you

insist …

Sandra Cisneros from Loose Woman.