Nearly missed by another day's reconnaissance,
this is found by an expedition:
On the sticky lips of a bottle, the cynapids
impart their senses, tube-face drags, scraping,
all the fetters drawing in.
The creatures build a paper nest beneath a woman
in her piper night atop a porch with a male.
Her mood crawling in, faltering, connecting,
at stark defenses, and in the backward tug
of a buckle, she grasps.
This is forged by a supposition:
She is admired for a show of lesser innocence.
