I guess this is part 2 of the love story from yesterday.
The morning came and they awoke together.
Dawn's slanting rays cracked through the curtain folds.
He wondered where he'd lost the clothes he'd worn.
She wondered what was in his mind, and whether
he meant to bolt away. She starts to scold
herself for giving in, and feels forlorn.
He rolls her way. His pillow squirts a feather
into the air. He catches it and holds
it out to her and says he has to warn
her that his heart, which had been quite untethered,
floating freely, lost and unconsoled,
feels it has found a place to be reborn.