He of butterfly tattoos; she of mocha pupils fanned by false eyelashes.
In sweat of sultry night, they swayed on the veranda in explosion of that moment of tangency* when parallel lines do meet.
Whispers sending shock waves; tsunamis of the fragileness of love, of heart, of mind.
Close, too close, to the edge, he tugged at her sensibilities; she pulled toward the drowning pool.
* see video moment of tangency for definition