She drew from the green, and "September" filled the warm April air…
& at once our hands — searching — & mouths yearning — found their homes & we became connected & our words were lost & our smells entwined & frisson swelled in us & redamancy fed us & our love echoed deep into the April air & our hearts beat in perfect synchrony as our souls sang out in primordial euphony, and our atoms danced— in lockstep, together— blissfully.