a hand without a palm, a smiley face with a ---- for a mouth, a headless horseman who passion rides country roads at night, but sees no one and no thing
the title is a poem's crown, full of hint and mystery, an encapsulation of a poem's source and origination; do not mot~send us little pearls unstrung, for the beauty so greatly amplified, when their lustre is so great fully magnified when strung together in to a lace necklace shape, clasped by the overture of the meeting of the beginning to an end
the title is a mystery, a provocation, a first bite intended to arouse, a first kiss upon a neck that tremors our souls with unanticipated shivering delights, and an ending to which we return with sighed satisfaction, and the cloture and aclosure, and a smile of ah, I get it!
entitle us to the puzzling delight that a title hints at what surely will follow!