Take a last look at the curves
of our shoulders and breasts
as we bathe in the sapphire
silence of our pool.
Then, I will give you something
for every lingering gape
and glance you take.
First, this sting of water
in your eyes. Here, the prick
of antlers and a long neck.
Look down: see how your
hooves are sharp like the glaring
barbs of your eyes.
Unshielded from the cutting
wind of your stares, we tremble,
and so I will wrap you
in the comfort of a sable
fur hide. Lean one of your new,
high-pointed ears forward —
Can you hear the thunder
of their dark-padded feet?
Do you feel their hunger?
