Valentine

Mythic neolithic lovers locked in internal embrace. Their honeymoon over, their cover blown, they are destined from here on for museum love, like zoo love for the dead, on display, visited by similarly afflicted pairs of hominids-with-skin mooning for each other. That they form a heart and were unearthed just shy of Valentines. That they'll stand for love over death, a gauzy transcendence. That they'll never know the peace again of being alone with each other in the soil. It's all that.