The charmer

the charmer; in the damp celler of loneliness i sat cross-legged

hungry for my rice, and innocently looking inward.

the letter writer; i laughed a lot after hearing your voice also.

the charmer; the dark celler was only lit by a cheap candle, but out of the corner of my eye i saw were the monks had stashed the wine.

the letter writer; and what is your sisters name?

the charmer; secretly i drank one of the vintages.

the letter writer; you sound happier now.

the charmer; we clicked are heels, and laughed and danced together at the sound of our voices. it was like music.

the letter writer; i will call you.

hungry fssk