Her inner thighs were ever-tensed
and the mayflies out too early.
His eyes were slits, both laughters quiet
and her hair bouqueted with jasmine.
They left the campfire for better cover
and that cover soon abandoned
for her car, windows half-rolled down
that both be obliquely struck
by the violence come as misting.

And his hands were talons at her breast
and at her sex, and then her throat.
And she came upon her little death
and also her truest; and he within hers--
So are undoings done: with accidental purpose.