Singularity

Two silhouettes seem but one underneath the setting sun, their hands intertwined as they gaze deep into the eyes of the other.

Shhh says the wind, causing strands of the girl’s soft hair to fall over her face.

He leans to tuck the golden strands of hair back behind her ears, smiling at her with loving affection.

The two silhouettes are now even closer to each other than before, their noses almost touching.

He moves his hand to her cheek and his gaze back to where it belongs. It is curious how soothing it feels, how wonderful…

She moves her fingers tenderly through his mane of auburn hair, losing herself in the bliss of the present. 

Moving in unison, they both lean in for a kiss. 

And as lips touch, they become a singularity.