the way he knows the rooms she keeps inside her.

 He knows the places in the river where eels will collect under the ice the way he knows the rooms she keeps inside her.  He has walked through damp entryways and unlit corridors, opened doors, crossed thresholds.  He has stretched himself out on her floor.  He sleeps there until its hardness gives way underneath him.

- Dawn Clifton Tripp, Moon Tide