I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris, I assume avuncular circumspect over her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows my smoldering sun. Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend, Ornithes Areioi circles concentric overhead beneath a placid gibbous moon. We sighing lovers who part before Auroras elastic dawn, lay unfeathered the in dark unfurrowed arcades and l...