i have watched the two of them love each other, from too far away for far too long
they stand, struck by a venomous paralysis inflicted by the fanged promises he begged her to make. she made them to him, because she wanted him to make them to her
but that was in the jungle, when they both were younger when they both had a little too much sacred acid in their bellies and adulthood was a struggle
now their love is stuck in the dunes everything has changed but still the same sand no end in sight anything that grows here is sharp and puts up a fight
their conversations are a barren, cracked plain they tread carefully, fear bespoke her mother's back already broke
watching them love each other has been like watching two north poles try to make the other south