he asks with torn desires
not wanting to crowd her shoulder.
She's clear on the definition of 'space'.
It isn't only the universe.
Their worthy ashes mix in the tray
on his table.
He wonders if that
will affect him
"You're not going to be a father,"
she replies through a sigh, ambiguous
as to whether she means now
A row of black-cloaked Dutch Masters
smirks in unison
from her pack
while he feigns a forehead kiss
that he knows is uninvasive.