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Two wings there are, jointly make a pair
One sits so gracefully on her neck-
Which turns with such a mechanical pull
To reach her shoulder: a kiss from her own lips

On the small of her back, where there is a dip in her arch-
The feathered twin to her neck's accessory
She sees how its bone: a protuberance-
What an enchanting secret!

Solicitous on his windowpane
At his bewildered beat:
Bound to his chest with a pulse so sweet
A hyacinth pale his paltry face

She sees how tired he has grown
A musky haze-
So forgetful at his brown desk
Of brindled envelopes and checks

Veiled as a pureness
Untouched and unblended feathered spawn
Of a greater white bellied bird: he never knew
She took off in that copper colored air