they melt ... she watches their mouths open , some ever so slightly , just a slit , others like large caves which can be seen from a great distance ... watching herself watch them as she leaps and prances about , knowing that she is deer , gazellesensing that she is also target and capture ! it all comes so she sees herself accepting them , receiving these images of herself ... '' more them than me '' ... now insight into her role as receiverallowing her skin to be their parchment , their scroll ... at first , it was only the cock as pen , inscribing her , transforming her into message , leaving her their tales of desire , yearnings , of wanting to be one ... ah !