Fall From Grace by Janine Billy

The desistance of a look, a submissive intimacy and a clock, whose chimes mark the whispered words.

Opulence that hides shyness, colors with ancient flavors and walls with forgotten charm. The solitude of a hug, and the fullness of silence.

Touching and not giving in. Two strangers on the same path who live the fear of a meeting. Loving and pleasure without will.

The echo of luxury and desires resonates in the rooms. Words far, unspoken. Again those chimes, which mark the essence of lost opportunities.