~~~

Clioscope

~~~

oscillations

The edges breathe noise of a smile. She nods. Well raised shimmer of ruby in goblet will wash down and away. The ignition is key. Out of both eyes come back his reflection on the odometer steady as the moue not quite composed. He sways. The water beckons at the edge of the tub. The night laps.

osculations

~ thirteenth locus of twenty ~
in strand oscil
twelfth oscil or fourteenth oscul

SaPpHiStRy