We lay side by side on the grass, her arm and leg very slightly grazing mine, and watched. The edge of the sky closest to the nearest city was tinged by yellow light, but the rest was a deep violet, so wet and intense I felt organic, fresh in the damp, cool air.  She turned and lifted herself over me, hovering, descending, her lips so soft on mine as she slipped her headphones over my ears and cupped my cheeks. To move would have betrayed the moment. I lay there green growing.