Evolution...

humid grass staining old torn jeans,crossed legs and bowing chest bended forth by admiration and surprise,moist lips ajar whispering out a sough of wonder,vulnerable neck pushed outward in the trembling air, cheeks glowing under the chilly light of a full moon catching sight of the vibrating world below,minds and ears, corpses and belifs, fantasies and lashes drown by enchanting vocalism,melody of shivers and harmony of sensations,spreading out from the squared green of the ancient naked cloister, blowing out from a live orchestrated charillon in the sleepy unpopulated night of men with no more sighs.