The lovers

A pair, entwined; an amorphous and elegant and single entity, and pressed against each other, skin upon cool skin, with the strength and heat of the body pushing and pulling. They are two reckless oceans, torrential and wild, beating against each other passionately, individually dissonant, yet concordant in rhythm, she and he. There is no music but the beating of hearts, no light but that in their own eyes, focused on each other, on the pleasure, on nothing. She is only an entire world to be explored and he a machine, steady in his progression. There is no pain in the sweat and the universe shrinks to encompass the two and time slows and stops and still they move, together. And so resolved, they lay together, entwined. A pair.