The regal and diplomatic D was advancing, withdrawing, choking me, beginning to enter, offending the octopus deep inside, bursting the cloud of unease, stopping, starting up, waiting close to viscera. I was clenching, I enclosed the flesh of my flesh, its marrow and its vertebrae. I rose and fell back again. The D that had not hurt me, the D come in gratitude came out. The flesh ungloved it.“Do you love me?” I asked..... ......I was hoping for confusion #please understand i don't show my face