Text in image reads: I followed you to the gate, then down the stairs to the train. It has been twenty-four years and I remain silent no longer. Your lips, yes your lips closed, parted, plain and red and your calves contracting with a sudden halt. Your instep rolling over slightly as you walk a rhythm that causes your breasts to curve neatly to your waist, to your hips, to your legs that move as I follow imperceptibly. I watch you closely. I feel your legs as they cross, your weight as you stand. I place myself in a position to receive your opened coat as it brushes against me, to invite your arm as it touches mine in a crowd. I do not miss an opportunity. Your arms at your sides, your hands in your lap are mine as are your thoughts that I control, develop. No moment passes in which I am not thinking of ways to become more intimate with you.
All Images and Texts copyright James Barth, 1972-2021