a warrantee and a vacation abroad

And when he began again, I hung there like a shawl flung over her shoulder, all intuition subsequently residing in an attempt to win him over. And the calm cold arrived--gray as the floor, or the rail, trim,drapes,chair, or door... or anything, to avoid the gray tone in his eyes. Or the gray breath from his mouth, disturbed by a flicking tongue, and minced by chattering teeth, then met-- by the cold gray calm... I become disembodied, smeared, lost in a stroke to thin. So I hide, blend, sink in a bed to small. There my skin is all remaining every fold redefined and cemented in a ball.