Tarot: The Lovers
The velvet costume envelopes his chest
He must have plumage:
Patterned silk, quilts, brocades
She more melancholic
Plumage less radiant
Entangled in the purple bulrushes
He enfolds her
Into the layers of his robe.
O! For a life of naked imperfection in an open field!
I don’t much about Tarot, but when I saw that picture it intrigued me enough to write about it.