They sat crossed legged under the stars.
Visions of revolution had dissolved into shared feelings.
His hands cupped her face.
She resettled, placing her head in his lap.
She told him about her ecological work.
He stroked her hair.
She showed him zines she had been writing.
His gaze galvanized.
She shifted again, sitting across from him, they leaned into each other and rested their foreheads together.