The person hidden in the wing. The open wing, expansive wing. You hide between the feathers. You hide as breath, as shivering rustle of white resistance, just giving to the touch of my lips, I feel you all around me, your whiteness I see through my closed eyes. There was a day when I met you, when you first came to me, introduced yourself to me, and I could smell your feathers, feeling them all around me with their white slippery sleekness.
