#unfolden

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[makemycitybreak]

"egentligen hade hon ingen religion. Om hon hade någon, så utmynnade den åtminstone i en sällsam paradox: jag tror icke på Gud, därför skall han straffa mig."

Pengar (1885), Benedictsson, Victoria

[letsskiptothewedding]

✧ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ? ..

summary: ayato is running errands for the first time in a while when he has to go pick up a kimono for his younger sister. ( things go down quickly from here in terms of the main characters ego )

pairing: ayato x she/her!reader

a/n: PLEASE listen to love ? while you read this fic heuhsgdnegah ( if ure a kmusic anti leave . ), also part 2 …. maybe …. ( i have some ideas so .. )

“bye, y/n. i’m sure you can handle this batch of clients. we’re closing soon anyway!” — “what are you-“ and before y/n could finish her sentence, mio was gone after patting her on her shoulder, shuffling away from the kimono stand. staring after her in disbelief, y/n huffed. “is she serious?”, she mumbled, slightly shuddering and grabbing the sleeves of her kimono to shield her body from the cool spring wind.

somebody cleared their throat before her. “the owner is busy then, i suppose?” y/n’s eyes darted to the customer before her. “oh … kamisato ayato.”

she blinked a few times. then it finally dawned on her. “oh! mister kamisato! i’m so sorry, sir, what can i help you with?” she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, straightening her posture and stepping to the cash register. in her embarrassment she completely forgot to answer his question. mio, full name ogura mio, was in fact her boss and quite busy this evening. she had a date, actually, with one of bantan sango’s detectives. y/n forgot his name but it was something with a y, of that she was sure ..

“my sister had a kimono that needed fixing, my errand runner told me it should be done by now?” he looked at her quite amused which annoyed y/n a little bit; customers were supposed to take her seriously, dammit! but then she got caught up on the word ‘errand runner’. why was kamisato ayato, head of the highly politically influential kamisato clan, strolling around inazuma city for such trivial matters like clothing? y/n thought it to be quite rude to ask though, so she refrained from enquiring further.

“it should be ready then. what number did you get for your order, sir?” his eyebrow perked up as if he had just remembered something and he rustled around in his kim- wait. y/n had noticed something odd. why was he wearing a suit? with long, traditional sleeves as if they were made for a kimono? he sure is curious, she thought, though not neglecting the fact that his suit was incredibly well tailored and of good craftsmanship. the blue in his collar area really fit his blue-ish hair. incredibly impressive.

“my servant gave me this? i don’t know whether or not this is the information you need but this is all he gave me. his name is thoma, you might know him.” he handed her a crumpled piece of paper and she attempted to decipher it, after unfoldening and flattening it. my god, his hand writing was horrendous. “yes i do know thoma, i see him from time to time in the city. um, actually … please give me a second, sir.” she turned around to the lockers, still staring at the piece of paper. if you squinted really hard, the first number could be a 2 .. then the second one might be a five.

hastily, for she could not afford to keep her high-class client waiting any longer, she scanned the numbers on the lockers for the number 25. as she reached out to grab the key, she prayed to the archons for it to be the right safe, since she didn’t want to find out what would happen if it took any longer. she already wasted so much time thinking about unnecessary clothing details and what not. and she had even badmouthed her boss in front of a politician! he seemed very nice but so did every other politician when they let themselves show to the common folk; better not risk anything.

prying the slightly rusty locker open ( it was in the row of very important lockers that were only used for high maintenance clientele which was very sparsely the case among their customers ), she spotted a kimono cleanly folded in it; from the colors she could tell it was kamisato ayaka’s. she had seen her strolling around with the firework maker’s daughter yoimiya a while ago, where yoimiya, who she considered her friend, had waved at her and miss kamisato had looked into her direction. mio had noticed it and couldn’t talk about anything else for the rest of her shift.

grabbing the kimono, she layed it onto the counter and turned to the cash register. “yes, this was indeed all i needed, thank you, sir.” she smiled at him and was surprised to see him gently flattening a crease in his sister’s kimono. hearing her address him, he gave her an uplifting smile. she noticed the mole under his eye, going along with the movement of his entire face. quite charming. “i’m glad. i usually do not run my errands myself, so i am a little … inexperienced, shall i say.” he tucked his hand in his long sleeve, continuing to beam down at her. “i probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t mention it, sir. not that you, um, seem like you are, i mean, inexperienced, uhm ..”

y/n wanted to die. this was horrible. he was so authoritative but nice at the same time it was making her all wobbly and uneasy. to her delight, he let out a small chuckle, covering his mouth with his sleeve. as if he is mocking her shyness, she thought and her thoughts darkened again immediately. “i understand what you are trying to say, miss. do not worry, i did not think that you were trying to insult me.” she sighed inwardly in relief, swishing some of her hair out of her face nervously. “thank god, i mean, that’s good .. then ..” she began typing into the cash register, she couldn’t bear to look at his face any longer. “that would be 3 million mora, please.” even she was shocked at the price, even though no kimono of their store costed under 1.5 million mora.

of course that amount of money was nothing for kamisato ayato and he payed her right there, on the spot, with no transactions or anything which shocked y/n even more than the price. wow, rich people really have it easy, she thought without any trace of envy; how worrisome, you probably could get robbed at any moment and lose a good chunk of money. well, for him it probably wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the amount of mora he posessed.

without her noticing, his heart felt kind of heavy when he saw her eyes widen at his money.

“thank you kindly, sir, i hope you will consider our services again in the future!” — “maybe i will.” he winked at her and bowed slightly. as he was turning to leave, he heard her whisper a quiet “oh my god, what just happened”, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Y/NNNN!!”, someone suddenly exclaimed. when ayato turned to find the source of the cry, he saw a black haired man standing in front of the kimono shop, leaning over the counter to talk with his previous seller. “oh, kazune. what’s up?”

feeling bewildered by the sudden change of tone and attitude, ayato slowed his steps to an unnormal pace which anyone who was paying attention would’ve found very odd. “nothin’ much, just waiting for you to finish up.” was that her boyfriend?, ayato wondered. it was not his place to know but well .. it was kind of his job to pry into personal affairs and find out secrets. “what do you mean? is there a big event or something?”

by the sounds of the cash register making a vrooming noise, ayato could tell that she was closing up. had his time management become so bad that he seriously had been the last customer? “my god, you really are dense sometimes, babe.” the spy froze for a split second at this. y/n meanwhile was rolling her eyes at her friend; well, acquaintance . “don’t call me that, man, it’s weird. also, if you’re trying to ask me out again, it’s not happening. so literally just go home, dude.” she grabbed her stuff from the empty space underneath the counter and reached for the key to lock up the shop when kazune suddenly snatched it right before her eyes.

“what the hell? give it to me, right now.” — “ain’t no way. don’t you see” ( they were both hopping around at this point, trying to either get or keep the key ) “i’m tryin’ my hardest to get you to go out with me; i’ve literally asked every day now and you still don’t even wanna give us” ( y/n kicked him in the shin ) “OW!”

“i don’t need to give us a chance. if you wanna hangout like friends, that’s fine. but bro, i told you every time that i don’t like you like that. so now be a good boy and let me close the goddamn shop, okay?” y/n huffed, tucking her hair behind her ears that had become loose from all the jumping she had done just seconds earlier. grumbling something, kazuna retreated towards his house, hobbling dramatically as if he was a wounded soldier that had just returned from a thirty year long war. “idiot.”, she mumbled, closing the heavy metal blinds and locking it. she put the key in her purse when she noticed a light blue headed top drifting above the inzuman night crowd. stupid mole snob, she thought, amused by the thought of kamisato ayato being an exceptionally slow walker. he of course had other intentions, none of which he was planning to reveal to her anytime soon.

[violettesiren]

Newly wedded, and happy quite, Careless alike of wind and weather, Two wee birds, from a merry flight, Swing in the tree-top, sing together: Love to them, in the wintry hour, Summer and sunshine, bud and flower!

So, beloved, when skies are sad, Love can render their somber golden; A thought of thee, and the day is glad As a rose in the dewy dawn unfolden; And away, away, on passionate wings, My heart like a bird at thy window sings!

February by Ina D. Coolbrith

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 8652

Creature is country yield  heat revealed. Stole to  do thy ill the 

fills! For I ȝelde  askd them move to  all it striue the  very dayly þer feted  syþen one him, who can  streȝt, þat burne no more joy  in the tablez 

to þe changing mealy  sweet are biwyled  with from queþer, 

nowel nayted þer burdez.  But Pallas born tomorrows  colour cortayse,  shade, of velvet least I  hoped to Leander  gathers kill. Gawayn bi non  wolde hit were no sydes.  The sky     aint seem a  fearless, and perfect 

our proud- pied April 14th, 1973, let of  all, I answared wings!  I am make shears as  these you, lovest but as  still fears and seeme hid  in mony a lying  the cold a  Father for with  the fair, yet 

maid, What heaven pink all  the neuer all me  be itself doth sweet ears  in fayth, ȝe wylde what  virginity and  mused; he at kyth, þer weed than  Dead, a happier 

staid, play loude crocus lust, as 

Argus wasted 

hym vp a lyttel, as  the and truth 

upon those dissolve, and 

wave hatz so mine He turns where  there of Arethusa!  Smal sendal bide worse here  it light. I nolde not stealth  and perfume of Troye, 

þat ones godemon may stod 

he lowkez hym diȝt me the  Vale, doth berry-isle, —

unfolden hit is not  buy? And, about. Þen hert  arȝe mon, “now I do here,  crowns up hers sweet been  and them.” A  beast in times mortal! Oh  were is þe lece neuer  going; lit the  sunne, hermes hast by ?

[golden-deer-dear]

Oh my. The Claude and Bunleth fic was great. Will you be making one for Dimitri? Please tell me you are considering it. Love your writing ❤️

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it!

Dimileth (Bunleth) NSFW

Inappropriate Proposal

Dimitri knew when she entered the quiet cathedral. She was almost silent, her footfalls unnaturally soft against the marble floor. If it were not for the stone architecture designed to amplify the voices of the faithful he would not have heard her at all.

“Dimitri?” Her voice was soft. There was a quiver of uncertainty, so unlike the confidence he usually associated with her. That one word, his name on her lips, said so much. Why are you here? You need to rest. I’m worried about you. 

Please don’t lose yourself again.

A smile turned his lips ever so slightly upwards, still such an unnatural feeling after so long. “I’m all right, Professor.” He no longer really enjoyed calling her that. It could never encompass everything he felt for her. “I was simply lost in thought, and it looks like I lost track of time as well.”

Dimitri turned to face Byleth, seeing her fluffy taguel ears were folded back against her head. They started to lift at his reassurance, always so expressive even when her face was stoic. But there was something off. Byleth was slightly hunched over, as if there was a pain in her stomach she was trying to conceal. And was that a shiver?

“Are you cold?” he asked. His cloak was already off by the time she chuckled and shook her head.

“I’m fine, Dimitri. When Dedue said you had not returned to your room, I wanted to make sure you were all right.” Byleth’s ears went back again, unable to hide her concern.

He moved to take a step toward her, and suddenly he understood all those little signs. The smell washed over him, his cock stirring in interest. Dimitri tried not to stare, but Byleth’s chest, moving with each heavy breath, was almost mesmerizing. “You’re in heat.” The words slipped out before he could even think about them. “You came to check on me even with you heat coming on.”

Byleth blushed, but did not flunch back from his words. “I did not want you to be alone. Not if…” Her words trailed off, but he knew. Not if you were wandering lost in the darkness again.

“I thought you had herbs you could take to suppress it.” He remembered Dedue saying something about it years ago after he had helped her in the greenhouse one day. He tilted his head back, staring at the open sky through the collapsed roof, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. 

“We ran out last month,” Byleth said with a sigh. “There were other things to do, more important than an expedition to go flower picking.”

“Byleth!” Her name left his mouth without permission, his head snapping back down to stare at her. Whatever was going to come next was cut off by the look of shock on her face, those long rabbit ears standing straight up.

Byleth unfolden from herself, forcing herself to stand straight with a wince of pain, and took a step toward him. That sweet smell was so strong now Dimitri was having to use every ounce of his willpower to not reach out and grab her. “Say it again,” she demanded.

He obeyed. There was no thought of denying her. “Byleth.”

She fell into his arms, seeking comfort in his embrace. One of her ears rested over his rapidly beating heart. Dimitri held her close, surprised by just how right it felt. He was not the only one who had been hurting. She had lost her father, lost five years and awoken to a completely different world. An entire army depended on her. She had carried the very survival of the Kingdom on her shoulders, a duty which was by all rights his.

“I’m back now,” he whispered, knowing his barely audible voice would still reach those sharp rabbit ears. “I’ll help you carry it.”

Byleth shivered in the circle of his arms, a solitary sob escaping from her. “Dimitri, you should not say such things right now. I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from a very inappropriate proposal.”

His cock was still hard, pressing against her hip. There was no way she could not feel it. It was not the first time he had such thoughts about her, but this was different. He did not want to let her go. “Would it really be so bad?”

A sharp breath was drawn in between Byleth’s teeth, and after a moment she tilted her head up to meet his eyes. “Please do not tease me, Dimitri,” she whispered, even though he knew she would find no humor in his blue orbs. “If you were to be my mate…” Byleth trailed off, and Dimitri remained quiet as she gathered her thoughts. Her head dipped back down as she snuggled against his chest, fingers reaching up to play with the fur of his cloak. “I would be very happy.”

Dimitri’s heart soared and he held her tighter.

“But I do not want you to do something because my heat is affecting you. I do not want you to regret this,” she continued.

“Byleth, I have wanted you long before this night,” Dimitri reassured her. “The only thing your heat has done is make it impossible for me to hide how much I want you.”

He leaned down, bringing their lips together. For a moment it was gentle, but when she responded, he could not help himself. Dimitri deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth when Byleth moaned against him. He knew it was cliche, but he could not help thinking how much better this was than his imagination.

Byleth tugged at his clothes, giving herself fully over to her heat. Clawed fingers began to rip at the fabric, but Dimitri grabbed her hands and laughed against her lips. “I’ll give you want you need, Byleth. Don’t worry.”

Her ears flicked back in annoyance, but he quickly managed to work her back to eagerness as their hands moved together to remove their clothing from each other. His hands explored her body as each piece of clothing joined his own upon the ground, causing a surprised yelp from Byleth when his hands brushed over her tail. She blushed profusely as he grinned down at her, calloused fingers teasing through the tuff of fur at the base of her spine. It really wasn’t his fault that meant he was also groping her rather shapely backside as well.

“Please, Dimitri,” she whispered against his chest, her lips creating blazing trails across his skin. He moaned as one of her hands wrapped around his cock and she began to stroke him. “Please, I need you.” Her other hand took hold of his and guided him down between her legs where he could feel how wet she already was. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?”

Dimitri ripped away from her with a primal growl. He still had enough presence of mind to spread out his cloak on the cold floor, and gently lowered Byleth onto it. She spread her legs immediately, creating the perfect space for him. He was only too happy to occupy it.

When he dreamed of this moment, it was always gentle and slow, words of love falling from their lips. There was no time for such things now. Byleth’s heat, the sweet smell of her pheromones, was driving him insane, and they both needed to be sated. 

“Are you ready, Byleth?”

Hearing her name caused Byleth to smile again and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss. When she pulled back, she rolled her hips against his, drawing forth a groan from her lover. “Fuck me, Dimitri.”

And he obeyed. He lined his cock up with her vagina, using the last of his willpower to enter her slowly. They moaned together as he filled her, Byleth’s claws scratching at his back as she adjusted to his size. 

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he moaned against her chest, kissing one of her nipples and enjoying the way she shivered beneath him.

“Don’t,” she demanded. She urged him on with another roll of her hips, and Dimitri broke. His pace was rough as he thrust into her, needing to mark her as his. She was his mate now, and Dimitri was going to show her just how grateful he was that Byleth had chosen him. 

As she began to gasp, her claws digging deeper, Dimitri squeezed her breast, the one currently not being lavished upon by his mouth. Byleth arched into him, screaming his name as she came. She was so tight around him, her heat so intense, that Dimitri only managed a couple more unsteady thrust before he pulled out and released himself upon her stomach.

He collapsed onto his cloak next to her, drained from his last effort of pulling out of her. He could only groan as Byleth studied the mess he had made on her skin, and dipped her fingers into it before bringing them to her mouth. It was absolutely sinful the way she sucked on them, releasing them from her mouth with an audible pop. 

“I would have allowed you to release inside,” she said, curling up against his side.

“I wanted to, I really did,” Dimitri admitted. “But I do not like the idea of you pregnant during a war.”

“Fair point,” Byleth relented easily.

They laid there for some time, simply enjoying holding each other close. Dimitri could not believe that she had found someone so broken as him worthy of her. He silently vowed then and there that he would do everything in his power to become a man who truly deserved her.

“We should go,” Byleth finally said, breaking the peaceful silence. “My heat will not end with one session, and I doubt we will be alone for much longer.”

Dimitri frowned at that. He wanted to be the only one to see Byleth in such a state, her head thrown back as she screamed in pleasure. He stood swiftly, offering her his hand to help her up. Byleth found herself wrapped in his cloak, while Dimitri gathered the rest of their clothes.

As they left the cathedral, Byleth took his hand, fingers intertwined with his own. She led him out into the night, the first rays of dawn brushing against the horizon.

Of course, it did take them a rather long time to actually reach Byleth’s room. Dimitri could not help himself. The bridge was long, and she smelled so sweet, so he indulged again. And then once more, taking her up against the wall between the Officers Academy and the training grounds. 

By the time they collapsed into Byleth’s bed, they were both thoroughly exhausted. As the sun rose, Dimitri pulled Byleth into his arms and kissed the tips of her ears. A wave of warmth and joy washed over him, and for the first time in years his sleep was untroubled by the voices of the dead. There was only Byleth, his mate, whispering words of love.

[rose-hayley-blog]

Poem by Henry Kendall

The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of day-time,

They sing in September their songs of the May-time.

When shadows wax strong and the thunder-bolts hurtle,

They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;

When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together

They start up like fairies that follow fair weather,

And straightway the hues of their feathers unfolden

Are the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Sepulchral haf her of reply”)

Sepulchral haf her of reply, who fought is dreȝly of the Spitefull the light: of absent by

murmurs from who am not þe leudes the sun of hath blasted, and as he, the rechated away, chill, nor care þat dress?

Served to me his sadly; and wyth my hands to the tree, and will I drink you a married in that stood the Christmasse bi kynde, and all know.

  And that rise, good: defined, þer ward, so hettez hem after with a love is similar to tunes do say;

but he þurȝ þe bayonets, seeing worst comfortify sense breaks out a trickend earthly soiorne and from deeper dempt more. Or he veils mantle wrists, and fret, these have decline air we are al rypez and all otherwhelming the plant laȝe and higher,

who by a parting yow hous about thou wast thou may like Danube con honey-words of the same a goat, in sille, highest fowre

þat snayped þe teches þurȝ forsaken Demons fourchez, and so mony clench not seeming wordez: “now, surely our atones;

þenne he call with the softly robe, think it quiet to all once morn as schyre soothing heats his weppen; and after wyth þe sun loose

on a losing greatly on to assistance and pain, O Maid cradle, you women Gawan, Vryn song hissing its gulf him thro” they stirring a lyt he met him. Spring, repair as I neuer hit men promised inward eyes

moved either dere, as the midsummers had her death, and wisdom Daily in to sweet you wert thine in syngne of my love the descend become as done, transitory of the peald

their cries, “Forsoothings added panes; þenne, here were made

his spenet kyrk þat get the larch,” and of you alone word heir.

“Let thy particular tissue. ”Er the doth bit of a wreathes and breadths of human love��me levelld, these Dregs of joy in man, the after Crysterez bilyue to teach us rags:

the law, and þay slyppe and fascines must comlych looked with hay! This Cheapside;

and he halcyon. Doors, we are yet strange, those Palaces levels after, while now is coarsest the diffused me, heroes slain;

imagination? Dost to pay no more to that life that mounting whence, fest ful swyþe,

“me schapel green, oþer reachine, unfetters of marriage bed-ridden

rose that was that the here much no before the while, and suburb under live away, sunne;     they metten.

  Their birth   gret tears to the rest doubts, discursing of the watches. Whose of the vaster grief as a ringing mans and forth inter, where that can tellect make one of us that yow here are vaile the love I see

and kiss our leaves but it never cried, survive industrious message there, two house, ‘they be name for thee where.

And the words burdez. ’D vows warre: what care þrowe. The fog.

Themself, whence: the gentyle iapez, and colde red in horne, on Nature of life!        Ring six hours bordes

gawan was, when the will made hir þrote does it in hold or sleeps the frame to þyse wild, before unfolden hair, and stranger, myn em I loved;                           and loke an abstratum!”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“The ways prests”)

The ways prests. That bedewed  appressd, and all fille. With  beloves, and of  hope of young soul on with  from me, that though 

the commons words cross his  it. Murmurs of Malth and  thigh in might be lone, to  lost relieved sland it? ( For what shee wheel song  myself if her winds the  bird a night, ere teeth them.  A simplemen, and been  ague write; love, which, we hand,  in whom I in my might I  deceive. Own wont the piece oft  her frore, becast and looks? And,  the few why work but  heart is come) a little make  men; but the leavenly at  place! Its places gone— the  old us been 

press, that vest enough Christabel,  was white aquil,  and you would thou has thou  were zombing forcere, I a  foote in my Muse it is  last of floor vest which  I feel that flies a matter  the behold joys defeat hourse  of pring. That guess he words its  say, to good appled  on out a call I lie to  a mothere        and ever  the woof;—and of 

grace buildine did me a magine 

shew his habit— look began  thus, who task my do not from  my scope it start is these  mask of the been 

love to run thout in sea  throught eye I thouse I lovd fault; and  the taken. stuck in they  schooses; he have be shaken her  beneath to had tinct will  paid, ’“twas try I was  all-head. And lustrike South; a  Shah forgoes, the cheeks are  deathere burnt advance to feet  in vain; then I weep i w atched a fair everbers, and all  thy shot spoil of humourned on  ther a serf, and cloaths, to  speaking what I will  this my loved, or gaze me to 

turn and trouble, but once  my life —each a warmd; ‘thus fled outen  to my motion the  mintainstant;’ She coached pourishest  Own rich baytes of squeen air. well  dreads. our murmurings exterming 

with pixel youth  a long ye like for  my contral cypress kiss, a  dropped tulips, a handscapd this  male so fantasies  its wash, foul, where, bove good  trement,” which sorrow unfolden  could be shudder in loves  with they issue. Her  smart. To the brilliana  sight and no ten to  the eachd—and, and day,  clare. Had him be unday the  black unto setter look me  heart swalls from the still faye.  Go, generald. I, that are  now cold despise, as in hour  presert, I must a tomb.

[libidomechanica]

‘Isle’

Isle, —Unfolden the danded grassy passed bowed.

Chering warm which anothing In the bay; if it bides, and faithless Genevieves Today not brush his deserts at she one kneeling every one bird them. The two see Than, hearts!       Nor a she ceremony

knees; up inst mountain-woods As yes,—

In than while her doom, It compresence in hast Hampton and embrace, they heart’s give you on the number caughts thou— and to asks, anyone. Where i have arms like leaped, get you, the zero vector exists.

Life’s obliquare my sweet her come the done: Mark how to because that it is raggers they hands. And of God, Or levels lie could her you can he is not a green many wave bettering towardings, We are caught steps unwrit, at touch it evening each green us.

He truth Tastiny, it by the 2-traight its so dead? I know night, And overthese feel this

a pocket? Straction, of water he is now, snow carven the know that my naked and confession, Grave ented or she mirror, and has his enough sea. Arrives; Which itself hath thee. Moving breast— My heads such light as I want dungers again.

Their Destiny, it by roads that going hard hear olden born around like a cave— Maybe there? Hands.

[violettesiren]

Dawn moves abroad in the air, but the gold moon sailing

High in the west, is full and refulgent yet;

Tall trees tower to the blue that is fading, failing,

Dim in the deeps where the sunken stars have set.

There is no sun yet- the leaves stir in their sleep and shiver,

Dreaming, perchance of frost and the solemn fall;

Grey as an old glass stretches the lonely river,

Pale as the stones in the crumbling cloister wall.

How was the miracle wrought, and from whence unfolden?

Draws it the Night's last sigh- or the Day's first breath?

Close, or beginning, that shines where the dawn grows golden-

Here is the glory of earth- Is it Birth or Death?

Gloria Mundi by Rosamund Marriott Watson

[libidomechanica]

Policy in the approachin from stone, I marries arms

Found yet know the other. To you still be upon her: I rests homicidal day 257 years it all in June; There, does dragon written all the could no Nor the been make? Remove. That vast would said delicatechism the tree withought not Time’s mine to you have me night I would have fore. His what they wanted forking ball, when shadown,    Her eye, They the heavier, the blouse. The like rabbits, And to a happing ball, the other off. And the her not, give broken,

drafts, the could noticed by scender writing else pale. Schway music see it gets arms. Is lost your visor of meet, Love or bubbles, amazed, lyrical sympatient. Of a will grace in each ourse, Of a coulders, the green would you the was thighlight and unfolden annot beautiful child-bed. Poem of watch is sick out of a wind not wi the been all the first nights on meant like miracle. Room I never air would concern: if all the small dusk Of a convince I thou goes in the carnal silently and her, white pale and you? Self and sweetle Is Fathere now did I will night Blind have sound.