Swiftcurrent Creek [m] you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide

"mi amante," whispered for them, only them. men could not do for wren and for silvertongue. men took. they gave, and in the giving, they found themselves. she felt as though she could lay here an eternity, in the taste and mingled scent of she and the creekwolf, their limbs wound as if they were vines of morning-glory. for a time she surrendered the sun, the moon, the shadows; for a time she belonged in wholeness to wren, her smile glinting to kisses, her eyes so close to those of the other she felt she could see the root of memories taking hold. hers. theirs.