Eyes.

Communication. It takes place only that way.

Eyes open, eyes close, her eyes beam behind the glass and his eyes, shrouded in a projected shadow, look impassive at her.

Through eyes closed eyes open look and see nothing but a strain in the Milkyway of freckles on her cheeks.

They touch. They kiss.

But it’s their eyes, not their lips, the ones that are speaking.

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On the spur of the moment.