A man is bending his wife. He is bending heraround something that she has bent herselfaround. She is around it, bent as he has benther.He is convincing her. It is all so private.He is bending her around the bedpost. No, heis bending her around the tripod of his camera.It is as if he teaches her to swim. As if he teachesacrobatics. As if he could form her into somethingwet that he delivers out of one life into another.And it is such a private thing the thing they do.He is forming her into the wallpaper. He issmoothing her down into the flowers there. He is findingher nipples there. And he is kissing her pubis there.He climbs into the wallpaper among the flowers. Andhis buttocks move in and out of the wall.
