Looking into the beat of felicity. 

And she lie sideways. 

Her head shelved by her palm. 

Swords of skin and bone mahogany 

like Katydids. 

Long and slender. 

Horizon a white line of fine linen. 

Back of that. 

Well walls the color chianti. 

Looking into felicity. 

With a quickening pulse made so 

by hunger and the rush. 

A hero's welcome.