Steam billows to form thick clouds, as the water streams down the cascading body enclosed inside. Ceramic filling in the white tiles, she doesn’t not notice the mildew beneath the walls- as he enters all aflame. Fours years since the company was seen, four years to long, it took her by surprise as he walks out of the steam, like some long lost song in a winters dream.

Her lips form a question, but no, says he, this is wordless love we speak, wordless to many a degree. His eyes show a brilliant fever, a sickness not cured, only helped by her touch, the touch of an angel, the only way to describe the flight.

His unbroken skin, dark with dew, he lays himself on her and something is renewed.

Inside their hearts, secrets unlocked, pain and sorrow come out of their cases and fill the air -with silent tears, so many sufferings.

And she cries -he licks her tears- kisses her pale lips, passion building.

The two souls intertwining, the blood of a new day collects on the floor and he lays her down to enter her fit, she does not stop him. Her heart clutches; and he came down her path, unlocking her heart with quick fingers.

They swallow each other’s emotions; they spill out their worries, their dreams.

Never, never, shall she be ugly to him; never, never, he cares not about her past, her lovers, her mates, her questions.

Only, only, does she think of love as a blade of glass, a blood kiss and a red rose left in the stream.