Happy Birthday, Honey!
8 December 1943
Side warm against mine in frost-time
Chest my cheek rests upon, shield-broad, steel-ribbed
Arms around me, oak-strong, sun-warm
Flanks arrow-straight, the downward highroad
Slow honeyed flare of desire spiraling round us
Love, and peace within it:
We are gathered in like grain,
Our harvest each other.
---Athyn's bridal song to Morric, Blackmantle