Lucius loathed humanity, so
he would often repair to the ruined cathedral
where, in summer, lizards skittered out of the cracks
to bask upon the ancient stones.
There, he hunted for love.
If he crept with extraordinary care,
he found he could position himself
above one of the marvellous creatures,
lean down, and run his tongue along
its notched spine. Eventually,
one did not run at his wet, slow touch.
This, he took for affection,
and considered them married.
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