Deep Love

L is “a warm infection,” to whom men, and women, bend. Cutter is big and good in all the right places, with a voice to make moths in women's viscera. Yet each one, alone, is suffering many dire wounds. ‘Til once upon a drizzling dusk, their eyes catch and convey in the language of no lies. Both have endured enough to know love can’t happen at first sight. But magic can. Theirs is a courtship of a strange, sexually charged, but frustratingly separate kind. Long distance love? Like you can hardly imagine. It's a far, hard road to Self and to Soul-Mate. But isn’t that what makes love deep?