Saturday, June 04, 2011

    The Wolf, Act 1

    We close our eyes and listen to the droplets of rain singing songs of apples and pairs, the perfect song as we giggle like little boys in our little corner of this cafe. Skin to skin, like fire burning in a cold night. Fingers intertwined, writing the very first words of this fairytale.

    In this moment I am melting with you.