and if i touch you plain as a beast in the barnnto siphon its heat and in that way keep warmnwarm and slow and gentle and sweetnif i move to you to siphon your heatnwill i feel you giving as simply to me?neffortless and silentlynnor will i be read through the glass of mistrust ?nlike men who make passes when drunk, in disgustnrevealing the captive they've kept of their needna horrible flowerna beautiful seednwho would not recoil from this if they saw?nand though i'm afraid i might feel you withdrawni like to think of the beast in the barnnthat breathed on the baby to keep him all warmni know in my heart i am innocent tooni cannot make my defense to younbeyond what i saynbeyond what i do...nnso i move to you like the beast in the barnnthere are holes in the roof, and outside the stormnsends some of its snow down to rest on your coatni bend my head to the heat of your throatnand as i move to younyou move to meneffortless and silently