Men in Caves Pt. 4

A few things changed immediately once the wives came up the mountain. To Adam it seemed the place started to crackle with a vibrancy that was undoubtedly feminine and warm. Never mind the wild friction that roared out of the caves once the evening whistle blew and the men tumbled out, black with dust and wiry with overtired energy, that was a tense heat that could burn if the wind blew in the wrong direction. When women entered the Valley, an impenetrable warmth swirled and whirled and finally settled, like the thousands of yellow tundra roses and red Iceland poppies that multiplied in ecstasy all over the squashy muskeg from June to August.


"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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