risforrini: pursuit— it is pursuit— a dance of blurring limbs, his, hers (his). they cover continents in vast swathes and her unbound hair catches on mountain peaks, shattering snow, scattering stone. he makes the sound like the baying hound, her desire comes out breathy as krishna’s flute.
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