The Four Generals

Stripped down to their underwear, long and lean, smelling like men, the four generals come into my room to surrender. Immediately I fall in love with one -- the one who looks at me in the eye, the one who understands that later, yes, I will make up excuses to visit him where he is kept prison. I am already rethinking my life all because I want him to take me like a man should. Forceful and fast. Without hesitation. Almost selfishly. I see it happening. I will run down the stairs, go past the garden, behind the chicken shed where the prison is. Maybe I will even learn his name.