gathered up against her wings; our passages beneath us

counter clockwise ti-tah-tuck-tackering and then the stillness

you can come here too

and be as we used to be
because before is now

mr and ms
on a sunday afternoon

well i just don't know

before i found mr. winton
holding what i thought i was asked to hold

there are moments when we talk with damp tongues
as if we were the protagonists in some famous film with butlers