She took me from the place in the center where it was quiet,
where time falls as sunlight through a gauze curtain

and the animal in me slept and dreamed and stirred
(– a sleeping animal, running)

She pulled me from desire for a shoulder or a back
                                                                                a body pressed to my body

She pulled me from prayer and desire
                                                    from even the memory

the smell and sound of him moaning against me
the dark warm cave of want filled and filled and filled – stuffed 

overstuffed.       That stopped.