Restless hearts and loving deeds. Bodies become one through a sweeping motion like the ocean's tide. Two so different, yet the same. Sides of a single coin. Hands clasp tight, fingers entwinning over wrinkly bedsheets, bodies covered by a glistenning thin layer of sweat, moving in perfect harmony, the ebb and flow. Muffled cries and moans of pleasure slice the stillness of the thick warm summer air. There's no one else to hear and yet both try to be as silent and fast as possible, as if chased by unknown forces. The bed shakes and makes a crackling noise under the ardour of their actions, it feels like its growing to collapse, crashed by the fierce motion -faster, harder, deeper- but in the end it still stands in one piece.
A soft breeze rushes in the room as the one walks to the door and opens it at the break of dawn, miraculously in his costume for another time. Formal wear and shattered dreams.
"You'll come"
"I will"
Footsteps form a single line as the step outside on the moistenned by the humid air flagstone. The first early morning rays rush to greet him. He turns backwards, looks through the half-open door. The other smiles at him, he frowns and turns away.
A soft breeze rushes in the room as the one walks to the door and opens it at the break of dawn, miraculously in his costume for another time. Formal wear and shattered dreams.
"You'll come"
"I will"
Footsteps form a single line as the step outside on the moistenned by the humid air flagstone. The first early morning rays rush to greet him. He turns backwards, looks through the half-open door. The other smiles at him, he frowns and turns away.
Goodnight... and goodbye... quickly...