With
gravity that holds all possible love a king and queen go gravely side by side. His
fists are lightly clenched beside his thighs: she presses his shoulder and
she holds his wrist like a strong mother guiding her son's feet, like
a meek daughter clinging to her guide. The
sculptor only noticed in these two the things a couple feel when most alone: the
solitude of being me and you two feeling hearts in towers of rocking
bone. Not sad to live they advance without fear to an end they cannot
see. |