By Oliver Tearle
It was amazing luck, to get that clue.
Threading between the darkened outer rooms
he sought escape, the bull’s head in his arms.
The bass was thumping as the blood within.
She, grateful for assistance, guided him
outwards, his half-drunk feet still holding true.
They bounced it past the guards. So they were free:
(not Crete but Mykonos) though the summer’s heat
and adrenalin made the whole street a haze.
Too soon to speak of love, they spoke of everything
except love: favourite books, weird kinks, lost hours,
first memories, last regrets, worst fears.
It wasn’t him abandoned her. The stars
made sure of it that they should walk apart.
The memory is good. But that’s tonight:
morning will come and take it all away.
To seagirt Dia (wherever that was) she went,
he weaving home, slowly losing the thread.
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I had a fairly typical but nice Wednesday, starting by chatting with two of my high school friends, followed by lunch and some computer work. Then Kristen and I watched the first episode of the second season of The Rings of Power together -- we met because of The Lord of the Rings and had watched the first season together, so it only seemed right to take a break from the MCU for Galadriel and Sauron.
It was warm when we walked to the beach, but it was not a good day for Orioles fans, since they lost to the White Sox. At least the Rangers beat the Yankees, and the Mariners won 16-3! Now we're watching the second episode of Kaos, in which Jeff Goldblum plays Jeff Goldblum and the rest of the cast is great. Lunch with the alpacas at Enchanted Farms, including one trimmed to look like a stegosaurus:
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