Gold-molten of the dawn, warm-fluid over open bodies as they, together, breathed. Light’s spill through window-free in bright whose brilliance made shadow of the pure-white of in frame. Blinding, lovely—holding, keeping—as they, together breathed: slowing, saving, bracing, breaking, flood of life and spirit through; tremor of the awe, still in one and close as molten gold of inner-spirits matched, touched—into and over other, spilling—as the dawn upon them then.