Through the thick tar of night
She delivers a hand
Purls me from my fright
Pearl galvan woman

Delves the silver vestibule
One last time
Pulling tight the seam over our fissured visage
From whence

Unveils a slim sutured olivine
Nimbly unwound
Presenting me from its insides
A cigarette and a light

I thank her kind incisions
And dehiscence
And she smiles and turns around and leaves me with goodbye