A Man, a Woman, a Transformation
A man, a woman, in lust.
With a word, a laugh, a smile, an action, a connection, it begins.
Then a latent touch, a meeting of the irises, a solitary motion, a kiss.
Their lust turns to passion, a passion deepened with adoration.
A man, a woman, in love.
Both kiss with the same longing and need for validation.
Both churn with a burning desire, an all consuming craving to find solace within each other.
Both bleed when one is wounded, both cry when one is tormented, both shatter when one is
devastated.
A man, a woman, in unison.
One delicate, one authoritative; one a chime in the wind, one a horn to be reckoned with.
When one is negligent, the other is mindful; together a tick, a tock, a timeless watch.
A conglomeration of Ying and Yang, of black and white, creation of exuberant grays.
Both partners, both equals, both human.