I was sitting by the fire
And then it came to me
The right manner of putting
My hand over hers
Lucie said
She had forgotten her keys
On a rare carpet
Only rare guests
"Essence of consciousness"
Said the light blue suit
While under the table
Stories were taking place
That made me choke
I hunted for her gaze
And tried to look as if
I was thinking about books
I passed near her
And flashed my teeth
And then they caught us
In the guest room
The doors there were creaking
And her aunt's joints
Everything is alright
What's important are the manners
The manner of getting rid of a guest
Of baring your white keys for her
The manner of pausing in conversation
And knocking down a glass with your elbow
The manner of not having manners