Booked for the life of this show:
an imaginary box, ungilded,
free of Victorian fol-de-rols.
We snuggle, picnic, drop crumbs,
giggle, shoes off toe-waggle,
whisper and mime, comfortable
in each others breathspace and time.
Scan silver skulled gaggle below
watch the stage, watch them
watching us, watching for the cue;
I'm watching you.
Know as the conductor turns a page,
we are outside and yet within this score;
liet motif in its overture,
and so it begins, again.