ENLIGHTENED’s hands brush SONGBIRD’s; SONGBIRD stares at her, eyes wide with piercing spurs of whirlwind red romance- a tread towards folly.
Their shared touch - barely there, a stage whisper of an act - feels forbidden in its suddenty, yet it is all SONGBIRD can do to not take ENLIGHTENED’s hand in hers, to sink into hope that the moment will last forever.
Their shared touch - barely there, a stage whisper of an act - feels forbidden in its suddenty, yet it is all SONGBIRD can do to not take ENLIGHTENED’s hand in hers, to sink into hope that the moment will last forever.