Love writes your name in its great bible of fictions, a text book in the advanced physics of chance and fate, your life a margin note, an annotation to the sentences you learn by heart and repeat. Love wrights, sense smiths, technicians in touch and heat, sex is unity in beat and movement, a super whole from parts, a skill reaching even beyond dance to the precision of the shoal fish as they turn and dart, each with the same tail, the same fins. Love rites: incisions in the skin, scarification; high priests rake the yearning flesh and nerves with thorns, make wounds that heal in the devotional patterns of the deity. Initiation. She will use or serve you as it pleases her. Love rights: natural justice in a court of peers where prevailing beauty in either gender is nine tenths of the law, there's no bail and appeals can last for years burning up your emotional savings in legal fees. And they still tend to end up in failure.Birth sign: Libra
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