Song while bathing by the open window in the country.
Oh! Hummingbird! Teach me a gamut; singing backwards to before my divorce so I may flitter home again into the realms of dreaming before sleeping, Uh huh. Hmmmmm, oh, the madness of flesh, it's faithful familiarity, the everturning appetite, licking wounds until they're graceful as resurrection, the way we'd glance shyly at each other when we rose or after rubbing one another's feet; one demulcent hand figuring out another thought, another tempting gift from yesterday into tomorrow past the absence of now, the voices of the hummingbird above my head like a halo, soprano, everyone hearing but me.