cave of hypnos

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

Do you look out to-night? The moon rides like a girl through a topaz town.

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly Like a Lover’s Words.

The red leaves take the green leaves’ place, and the landscape yields. We go to sleep with the peach in our hands and wake with the stone, but the stone is the pledge of summers to come.

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

…our bodies aligned intricate as a river delta, seashore and desert alike alien to that green that covered your mouth with date-leaves, that rained figs like sighs on my shoulders…