Sui Generis

The sun opens her eyes behind a roseate veil, her aubade harmonizing with Argus-eyed blackbirds as it rises to a crescendo, staring in her husband’s cratered eyes, ready to relieve him of his watch over the world’s children so he can attend to their parents — that is, the cosmic bodies that collided to create them; the sacred alchemy. He lifts her honey veil; a goodnight kiss he hopes to reenact eternally, the aeons circling anniversaries as if liesegang rings. She looks back, her flint knife eyes flashing violently. “This fierce face is a facade,” he thinks, seeing her tremulous expression, lips quivering in anticipation; a holy seduction — that is, the ancient and sui generis matrimonio of gods.