as in a dimly peopled room
			our fields of vision crossed;
			I caressed a cracker on my tongue
			while you sublimely tossed
			your lovely head, laughing on friends.

			Soon my wary silence
			sucked your blooming words away;
			you glided the carpet to reclaim them.
			Releasing but a few
			I left the rest for you
			to pull out by the stem.

			We ascended silently the stairs.
			But as we tumbled in the dark
			words burst forth from each in shards,
			signifying in some primitive way
			what you had meant to say.