…Shut up and fuck me…No, Queen. The Queen of Pentacles. xxx That he does truly love her. The good Tristan snatches her there, before she can cry. The walls ring with laughter and song. The tavern where he would sleep was a three hours’ walk down. Orpheus’ gaze was now lost to the fire. Keep moving he thinks, inside his breath, inside his nostrils. Something in him made him look back, though this was not his custom. Orpheus had told him (the same Orpheus who no longer speaks, who no longer forms words, the first piper before the coming of the Piper known as Piper): Beneath the tower of song there is a cavern. Which of the bodies are hers and which are her own body—divided—this is harder to discern.
