All in a row and crowed and cackled on the couchette my little cutie and me and the rest and especially the precious one on the far end, far away, so far.
All smiles, each with their secret secret, all the same, predator and prey, the prayer and the prayed-for on the davenport, apparently happy, appearing together.
If X is the object desired, exact in its beauty, coying around its own secret, cloying at its desirer, each with a proper mantle, like a costume hiding its hidden agendum, the only clue a cracking smile, a looking away, a changing of the subject: Any distraction will do! Then hide the hideous and the beauty, what must not be peeled away, must be concealed to tempt the thief to steal a peek, a sneaking reek, couché, touché, famous for being famous, beauty violated, the precious spent, higher purpose coincidental to the individual casualty, causality, casuistry, the highest purpose the sum of it all, really, incidents and their issues, inherited tissues and other secrets, which must be kept where?