How I love
to glide
on the roads of my body
untouched
and eschatological.
And to be harvested by you.
With the youthfulness of a wild goose.
Like those hunting dogs "springer spaniels"
that delight in picking apart
to the marrow of wounds their prey.
I prefer your caresses a thousand times
over your unedited chatter,
that I can neither parody
nor mock
with even a...