Lion Head Mesa She makes the sound

It was only her voice that soothed his restless waters and softened the gathering troughs that challenged his capacity to be a good father; a devoted husband. He held his world, safely rooted and rocked in his arms.

When commanded he obeyed, breathing desire into being against a gilded shoulder, lifting her more preciously into the crook of himself. Toula’s scent had changed, she was temporal in his lungs. He turned his glance from her belly to her brilliant turquoise eyes, consumed by the cadence of her river. In this driving revery he would not fall lower than his troughs, Semer-wati and Pharaoh were joined by body and soul and the growing reflections of Their children.