

Two Loveletters1Two Loveletters
Green grass turned golden yellow because the sun is most intense after rain, and I'm sitting in the midst of its waving with you, the sweeping wind off the water already having dried the hilltop. It's the time of the summer when the field is only grass. Too early for sweet pea and chamomile, too late for dandelions. High summer, arcing over us like the near-full moon riding through the glare of this sky. You have the end of a stalk of new hay in your teeth as you recline on one elbow, the wind blowing your hair into a sweep that follows the cut of your jaw, your eyes squinting against the light, your skin glowing with the last


I dreamt two figuresI dreamt two figures bound back to back withI dreamt two figures
their own overgrown hair tangled 'round locked wrists. They crouched naked in the dark, painted by lines of sweat running through the grime of a long imprisonment and the soot of torches - their only light. Each figure's eyes were wide and gaped into the smoke and guttering black, unseeing, yet bright with terror at the visions they chased into deep corners; the granite dome low above them, a Lascaux of horrors projected there by fevered eyes and fire. The close dark of their cave rang with scream
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