Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Something That Has Never Touched the Ground by Marilyn Hope
Rang and Sunder crafted slaws of vinegar and greens and sea salt, eating from the same spoon, and out-of-season wood ear mushrooms pillowed out on elder tree trunks like clouds the day Rang stripped Sunder of a glove and kissed his knuckles. Every time they touched, the world sparked with life and pungency and an unnamable, inorganic scent, as if the catalysts of their alchemy had yet to be invented.