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