Dancing
-His hands dance upon the table, his left collapses and lies inert, his right dangles near the edge, the empty space of ambivalence. She sits to the right of him, to the side of him. Her hands wrapped around her knee. She’s holding it, not loosely, but with a certain clench. Creating warmth perhaps, the tightened muscles visible along her hand’s structure. And he continues. He feeds off of her sweet giggling, the smile that catches her face by surprise every couple of minutes when their eyes meet anew. His own face is taken as well in the sweet encounter […]