Fire

-My sweetest Cicukam,

I get to missing you. And your morning missives. So I thank all the ancient gods of fertility for the hardness of habits. may they ever remain hard to break...if not even harder.

From flatlands I send pale shadows of greeting. My only prayer..to burn like a sun with your fire.

Would that I could fly. I would fly to you and wrap you up myself around you like a Lamia until the heavy bonds of flesh are broken. rest easy, my Baroness. Even now I am sprouting feathers. No eagle , alas, but chicken.
Sending you kisses from the Sun of me, wrapped in silver of my embraces, cool as moondew.

Ever Your little, Indigo