Kiss Me To Death

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Tuesday night came, and went; now it was Tuesday morrow; timing prospective and retrospective have spliced their leafy hands.

The setting changed but slightly, if but in somewhat greater amassments of vernal foliage and spirits.

Nor roe nor doe would move in these penetralia of the Limen of Hesper; it made the tip of the Southern Fjord of Emmore, - so that the Lake that the Fjord made was to the north and north-west; it breathed all true decora.

A wistful and yet cheerful chirp somewhere high up in the bounds of the mainland forest; a croak of a crow would never emulate that song which passed from the sturdier denizens of the wood; but even those milder wooddoves were not a match for the dulcet rings and lenticoes of that feathered creature which basked, and let bask, the vermilion mists of Dorne; the strata of the forest-land way up the shore, into at the pristine wold.

Dain still was sleeping; now his features would be giving again to the sterner press of dying, and oblivion of decay, that fuels emaciation; yet Kate would not let it be.

She would come now and again, an hour or so apart, and steal furtive but sure kisses of his face; at one time it was the nose; elsewise, the cheek; most frequently, lips and brow; and off and on, the bridge between the eyes, and sandied neck, with glimpses of marbled flamingo hints about it – in hue, and in slenderness alike to a most elegant vase of no human etching. And, invariably, this gesture of charitable affection would spell a quick renascence to the features of the youth.

The weather surrounding the place intoned to the gentle caresses of breeze upon the face of the youth, shot with dark hair, somewhat straggling across his forehead. The bask of fitful solphanies (1), rent through by silent obfuscations, in quick renascence of upward brights, would retrieve both sight as well as sound, in higher chord than is known amid the ordinaries of Quotidian Place (2).

Trees would dreamily undulate, and as though a knell would be, from afar, wafted to by the playful, melodious, but also so often thoughtful, zephyr.

The same would repeat; that overnight, he lay by the shore purr of water; and by the in-turn of matins, he would be quickened into recumbence in the hammock; quickened, that is, by those amiables of Kate's kissing, - that would bring a swift recovery to his looks, and it might be, senses too; though overpowered by Lethean Morpheus, - still transcending the subterranean clutch of forgetfulness by an enhanced being, and moving, in some higher spheres beyond.

It so approved itself that every kiss gave him some more health; while stealing some more from hers. It was, furthermore, every that kiss – dispensed only by Kate.

The hills across the Lake came in a slim relief to one of sun's pale graces.

The ring of elms against the lawn burst into a noiseless clamour.

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(1) epiphanies of the sun

(2) where many Earthlings obtain

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