Title: [X] october
Trees in the shadow.
Muscled torsos, concealed faces --and doors of night, palpitating as breathing throats, as valves and ventricles of naked hearts.
Trees behind the wall.
"Shall I see you again?" --said the prince.
"Shall we hunt and laugh and kneel together before an altar?".
He stared at the whirling abysses of clouds and moon behind the trees.
A breeze came. He felt his face as made of crystal. He felt himself as a crystal bell, softly tangling in a black groundless world.
Neither yes nor no, just a caress.
