Yourselves In Eden

The in between moments are the most surreal. Proof that paradox isn't limited to the abstract. Like how you knew you'd make it, but never thought you'd see the day.

It isn't long before the two of you are a tangle of limbs. White cotton sheets carve across their features like marble. Everything is wet and heat and a strength you have never known before. Kisses like a chemical reaction do change the substance of space and time. Their eyes are golden now. Your skin is living fire. Their lungs breath for you, your heart beats for them. Push yourselves; push until you are all the way in. You are one thing, a principle unity, the philosopher's stone.

Some hours later you're packing the only bag you'll ever need into the back of that 86 Caprice. You climb behind the wheel, and they saddle up up next to you. One hand on your thigh, they press soft lips into your ear, "I know a short cut." The key is already in the ignition so you turn it.

The engine rumbles to life
                                         and you find
                                                            yourselves in Eden.