Studied and occasional,
With devastating nonchalance,
A movie blazes on the blanket, on the wall.
Fingers are silhouettes on the screen,
Drowning in the symmetry.
Tennessee Williams reclining admirably, all very
Matter-of-fact and casually confident.
Twining like cats, bitten by bitter air,
We drive through the dimness, eyes blurred and burning,
Straining to decipher the calculus of a heart's rhythm.