The syrup of his eyes congealed. She returned to herself featherless. The coil of hair resists the inflorescence of expression. The throat entrains. The moment breaks crust. She returns to herself. The towel lies rumpled. The crumbs scatter beneath the hand. Out of dark table surface curls rippled. Dishes passed. The sweep of eyes froze. She continued to describe him. No lacquer of bowl nor of surface hinders.