They held hands as they moved along the ravine path. The souls of autumn leaves danced at their feet. The milky brown stream, common to these inter-city spaces gurgles beside them.
They had made love for the first time the evening before. Glancing, with that initial touch shyness, he stops for yet another embrace. Perhaps there is a kiss but there is no one to witness. The kiss comes sweet but alone.
They drew apart slowly as their eyes slowly gazed upwards. The sky darkened even as the kiss completed. They loved while the Earth disappeared; scorched, cleansed and pure.
Cheers - Made in the Dark and Stanley the Alien
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