She is necklaces.
He is a fine spray of axe.
At what point does infidelity begin?
During her instrument of hair throws
his flannel seduction
or the meniscus on a too full glass of wine?
Profusion lets them
fall off the surface.
Suppose
this moment of flurry.
Four pillows. Panic of arms.
They practice in the white room of night
alcove and myth.
In hours their fingers apprehend
the way to say thrive.
Wet and breakable.
The same way return is spoken.
