Burning

[finch]

He returned to the princess
saying, I am but a traveling man
but here is what you hunger for.
The apple was as smooth as oilskin
and when she took a bite
it was as sweet and crisp as the moon.
Their tongues met over such a dish.
His tongue lay in her mouth
as delicately as the white snake.

Annie was outside when Joseph drove up, silhouetted against the red and purple sunset as she embraced the branches of a tall ironwood tree. As he got closer, he saw that she was pulling down one of her looms. She waved as he pulled up.

“You caught me just in time,” Annie said with a smile. “I was planning to leave for the Burning Market tonight.”
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