closing this final chapter of romantic prose i pause before extinguishing the light to gaze upon you while peacefully asleep and relent once more to wicked imaginings abandoning our vows if only for the slightest moment and dare to conjure some pale simulacrum of a chained Andromeda or caged Rapunzel to shape you as my imperiled maiden and ideal archetype of ancient melodrama though as you stir and wake i reluctantly concede that despite my reckless thoughts i cannot fancy you skulking haplessly amidst these tattered verses for you are no ordinary damsel in distress
The Next Place
Loss and Longing
