The Courtship of the Lizard Lover

He crawls through the cracks of my stone foundation, sly and sleek as I tempt him with food. He stays out of habit; I cook out of love for things that move. We grow accustomed to each other’s trails and smells, the skins we’ve shed along the long, long road of rubbing each other smooth. Till all the skins we’ve shed lie sparkling like so many stones in this desert land. I scoop him up in my hand and eat him.