Again

"Do it again," I said breathlessly, "maybe it's the atmosphere, but I can feel everything even in my toes."

And just like that, two restless spirits intertwined in bands of spirally colours, underneath the speckled sky, above the timid earth. Our sweat was golden and our tears were a vivid copper and our lips a burning red like ambers of a fire. The earth did not go unheard, the wind beneath the branches gave a hint of presents, the music a faint thump. The immediate air, nuclear.

Then, two auburn cravens collided into a singular, scorching embrace.