Hide me in clean silken sheets
And listen my gorgeous demons
They want to write in your eyes a winter tale
All the seasons screamed your name
My soul melted splendid in your mouth
A dead language sealed my cage
And you still keep asking questions
When all I need is a blanket of poppies
To keep me dreaming in my grave.
I dance fox trot in poppies heart
as ambrosia flows relieved and content through my veins.
When we meet Rebecca at the beginning of the Mark of Cain she has already undergone sex-reassignment surgery.
Eventually the story of how they met, when she was still in a tiny, uncomfortable boy shell, will send Cain for a love chase in a winter tale that will even involve a dramatically funny Christmas with her loud family.
Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.