All is calm... all is intoxicated.

All would seem calm and quiet, though outside, two counter parts were intertwined together, among scattered clothing, spring flowers, and empty bottles of absinthe. Neither aware of their midnight romp in the flowers, and both still ten sheets to the wind. It was perhaps the first, in all the years, they ever showed such closeness, sharing something other than the moon they were born under. Here they shared upon the flesh, upon the eve, and upon all indiscretions found forgiveness from their past grievances of each other.