Here it’s only ever morning or night, always one or the other. We

stand face to face and naked on the pale sand, under the big stars.

Somewhere above us the wolves our wild brothers are howling

restlessly, stalking across the dark cliffs. Let’s yell hello to the

wolves. Let’s light a bonfire on the sand. Let the sand be a

trampoline, let our bodies be acrobats and our minds forgetful.

You say dance, so I dance. There’s no such thing as the rest of our