My fingers froze up, bent one on top of the other,
not quite able, reaching, crunched.
My left hand folded, frozen,

3 fingers stuck together,

motionless, like a stroke.
(concerns re: neck)
A beautiful place, simple old fashioned fancy–
food dinner, a host who tangos,
his wife and 2 other men
(one more discreet, one more intense)
coupling.. first comes confusion,
it is not resolved.Margaux enters, it is festive,

food –cheese and then,  a restaurant.
There is art, very exclusive, and margaux says,
“he’s nice” in a loud voice–
but he’s there.. and
we have some boundary issues.