My blood is in the work, how we make love. That’s why  
I’m close to invisible as a jet companion, not of this sexual province.   
 

One by one. Everyone else was smiling the other way. A sober intro...   
 
They’re having a fit of motions gone thru. Everyone a worker-sleeper.  
Then I remember there’s exigency in good fortune.  
 
With the right knowhow  
& not feeling mortal, all to the good...   
  
engaged about engaging — what a work week!