reverie

Yours, she gasps out, yours, Cavaradossi, yours. They’re in the back alleys of a stage, guttering lights a flicker above them. Isolde places a hand on her collar and they roar back to life. Dress up, running lines, they’re rehearsing one scene or another but Isolde has always had a penchant for improvisation: here is Isolde, heart in her hands, proffered like a prayer. Kakania swallows her heart and it crawls right out of her throat.(one-two step. here. here is the epiphany, cast in incandescent light.)Isolde paints a smile on her face, love-struck, devastated, unnameable, and for a whiplash of a moment Kakania falls, falls, falls.orisolde dreams, and kakania joins her in duet.