We ventured in to the garden of night's Eden two intrepid adventures seeking a fruit forbidden. Night delights in it's prospects of dangers kept hidden in the darkest part eyes go blind is laid outΒ Β it's biggest plan, in frozen silence of deeper layers, lie in wait the predators they told us, but we were deaf to the admonitions then.
Her hotΒ Β breath on my naked chest, where sweat poured like rain felt not ticklish, as earlier, this, is a secret tap of the finger of fear , we didn't flash the light, not to alarm the beasts, held the breath. In the percolating drops of wet green light,of fluorescent moon she points up to a tree branch, close by and I view in disbelief: A python, its speckled noose ready, keeps vigil, darkly dreaming, intently listening to the ascending aria of a nightingale's song.