He didn’t torment him till late at night, or early in the morning when everything is quiet, when the Moon becomes red and Venus sets. His bed was too small for his thoughts yet too vast for his doubts swallowing him whole like a sinkhole. Was it right, was it innocent? He didn’t think about it when his hand dove in this black ocean. Nothing has been said. Silence has wrapped them up Scott sighed and turned around only to stare at a river of dark undulations, magnetizing snakes hissing him the burning desire to caress them again and again.