Heartlock

by janeeatonhamilton

I wanted to tell you something about my heartlock and how it rumbled and fissured and broke off the continent, and how white delphiniums and orange roses and mock oranges fell in the yawn of the canyon, and how then we floated, blissed out, pelicans on our bellies, holding hands like otters, through the kelp fields and into the dark blue Pacific.