Seabird swoops through violent light, taut with the intensity of love, to spy on the two. How sure they are when the waters are calm thinks Seabird.
She: You have my heart.
He: And my own. Two hearts that beat as one.
She: But I have yours
He: And you have mine. A copacetic love.
She: No god could be happier.
He: They beat on their sky drum to attract our attention
She: Their beaters are weakened by worms. They cannot beguile us.
He: They are jealous.
She: They should be.
He: They live between the ticks and the tocks.
She: And we have all the time in between as well.
He: Oh, fortunate lovers!
She: Oh, fortunate love!
He: Zeus loved Hera but I have you.
She: Look, Aphrodite sends her milky owl to spy on us, to learn what true love is.
He: She will stammer in her retelling of it.
She Knowing it cannot be matched?
He: Knowing it cannot be matched.
Seabird knows perspective changes everything. Easy to be lovers when there is no adversity. Seabird dives. What tremor will create a storm in this teacup, drown the self-satisfied giggle of the two so they know to ask for the help of the gods?
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