Syzygy

In the mirrored glow of a clandestine night, two souls converge, their reflections entwined in a dance of red-hued intimacy. The glass, a chalice of shared secrets, bridges their lips, a conduit for the unspoken. In this verdant sanctuary, they find solace, their mirrored selves sipping the essence of connection. The world outside recedes, leaving only the thrum of their twin hearts, beating as one in the silence.