Teach the Torches to Burn

by Caleb Roehrig

“Cousin.” He smiles beatifically. “I’ve just had the most wonderfully terrible idea.”

Holding his hand, kissing him, made some dormant part of me leap to urgent, full-throated life. A part of me I knew existed, but had no idea was capable of such sound and fury. I discovered myself in the Capulets’ orchard.

A smile turns his features into poetry.