One day, after we’ve been with Bill for some time, he comes home after the sun is gone but doesn’t approach the Royal. He has a man with him, fair haired, and Ak immediately flies into that hair, then returns. He’s now tickled while I, in his absence, have claimed the K.
A battle ensues, such as entities can manage. We insinuate into and out of each other with great force, then, as the men begin their own insinuation, we relent, perching on our keys—I still have the K—to watch. Standing, they bring their mouths together and remain fixed for an interval during which arms circle each other.
“Kissing,” insinuates Ak. “He’s written that.”
I think back to Bill’s pages and yes, mouths together. “Kissing,” I repeat to Ak.
After a time the men relent, speak, then start again, only this time th
