Lion Head Mesa milkweed

she said nothing of the wet state of his fur, of the gaze she had but for a moment upon him in the water.

she said nothing as he crept to her paws, her title on his tongue. she found only heartache in hearing it now. but how could he know?

he lied upon the earth that had once felt so blessed.

she sat upon the ground, gazing down at him still at her paws and feeling utterly empty. as if she had poured the contents out of her heart in earlier tears. unable to summon a single feeling now.

not even pride nipped at her.

you are devoted to akashingo, but not from here. not yet long rooted in us.

she whispered to him in all things said.

i need your ears, i need your words. they must stay here between us and the Gods.