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.