Him feel it

Him feel it when 

she hooks in.

three shadows paint cursive

behind her attention

until Him's
blackness is all vine and coil

every place Him go, 

she crouches. 

she scratches Him's mirror

she tap Him's blue-ness
and pockets it 

in gallons. 

by the handle, 

Him lumber 

  Him kneel 

    Him feed
and she

and she

and she