Lion Head Mesa life doesn't always go my way

the moment of sunflowers and unsaid things was an illusion. for through it came another, dissolving the clouds and the soft words clinging to his tongue, meant for her alone.

she was called by name. come, they said, and still she did not notice until a moment later. senmut saw the trepidation creeping across her face and found himself helpless and worried and prickled with a guilty jealous thorn.

breathing hard, he turned away and then closed his eyes, facing into the darkening sky; a song to Hathor, for love and surety and pleasure, a gift for her, to soften the fate from which she could not be saved.