In the thicket, a berry stained thigh slides over a branch. I am waiting for you to feed me. I am waiting to hear the drum of your coming to my hunger. Search the black bare earth for a strand of my hair. I am curled up. Whisper, Breathe so close that it is not close enough. I will come unraveled  just so I can tie you up. Climb on you to find your mouth. I cannot catch your breath. I can only stay here, taking one after the next.