he kissed her under the foreign sun where his eyes were ablaze with something not even the devil could dare ponder. his lover, a young storm of maroon flesh and silk, bled moonlight from the voids between her knuckles and fed it to the sky when the sun had finally set, and both were left dazed and breathless. in a night still young and starless, those lovers found themselves lost in a midst of fervour, floating on a soft piece of earth that was no longer jejune but full of love.
