They are two souls in competition, seeing who can best love together; their twine replete of defeated music, becoming, becoming each and other.
Back and forth, smiles and laughter, union their run, cyclic their matter: of sun and moon, and some starry nights, their breath as whispers, their touch as Light.
Friends of mine got married a few days past. This - the title - was the song they danced to, and what I was listening to when I composed the poem. It's drunkenly written, but sentimentally so.