marketa says   and you have to imagine

her czech accent   what is

it   babygirl   i look at her   i know i

have a helpless look of loss on

my face   i don't know   i

say   she's on me like a cat   sweeping

books and papers from the couch   is

on me   tearing   growling   

purring   digging deep   is this it   she

says   are you missing this   her hands all

over me   her mouth over

mine   come on   babygirl   come

on    come   on   come   on   i crawl into

her   no more words