91. Kiss
At first, like butterflies, the gentle fluttering of eyelashes against the face; soft heartbeats, small and afraid, stuttering like stuck moths in lamplight.
Then, in all quietness, like tired, forgiving animals, they bump faces and become still, nose to nose, eyelash the blinking eyelash, breath and breath.
They stare at each other in that abnormal, gasping stillness, unbelieving and skeptical of this moment's true meaning, if there is any. They wait, uncomfortably, for an interruption.