April 1, 2015

In the East there lies a Mountainside … drawn and rigid against the meadow daughter it shades from love until the noon of day … Dawn sleeps there in his arms … her warmth and light contained by the pitch of his ebony arc … as he tucks her to his belly and shelters beloved nest from Night’s cold lust … In the day when she is flying, ever on copper wings, he scavenges for golden trinkets to bind about her fingers and wrists … tattooing her with the molten metal alchemy of his love …  when once again the starlight can be heard approaching the borders of mortal memory and order … she relents and is enfolded again in his strength.

© 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved
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