There is something of marmalade
between us - "And I mean that
in the universal sense" -
Like the wheezing and easing
of steel suspension cabling, - "Now

slowly becomes then" -
But in which direction she means,
I am unsure. We,

the web of wires, Strain
Until sunrise, Better
than anything (else) I care to define.

Per Her request,
I listen and I am loose.
"The bed is here to support you."

Two things, I think of two things:
Vermont and my shoulders. She says,
melt, and I deliquesce
into the bed which is here,
to support me.