Notes.

Notes.

swollen her flesh to the touch warm a slight glow pink and radiant iridescent plumes of clouds the colour of milk smooth sleek desire diluted in this hour after silent but comfortable their presence with one another an ease all pretence unveiled  silence is honesty silence is touching as the lamp glows casts his shadow colours her body naked and so clean vivid as it should be and at this hour the streets to are silent are placid save for the infrequent hum of night bus’s sailing through this littered city and the singular clatter of heels that grant shape the sound of snapping echoes their snap that for a moment or two stops the foraging foxes in their nimble tracks