They slip in through a crack
between shame and decency
their bodies lie down
on the disposable covers
and smell the expectation
not the disinfectant
on my hands, not the rubber
around their longing, beating
for my proximity, their imagination
makes me desirable
the woman of their dreams
thought in the flesh
Outside, the Elephant waits
his eyes seem very small
peering inside
until the door opens
and his trunk searches for me
to swing me on his back