two red travelers

Two travelers in red converge among a room in black and white. After the usual eyes interlocking, hands accidentally brushing, and awkward giggles reaching in for something more, the music sways them into a dusty room (think Gatsby's study) where the encounter turns into an interplay between desire and sacrifice. Waterfalls crash within their ribs. Two red travelers exchange their hearts. Had it always been so easy to give a heart? While most fusions result in polychromatic explosions, the shared redness blends their motions into one slightly lighter red (cooled down by the breeze and moonlight brought in by the aperture of the window) scribble among the shelves of books and well-kept secrets. Two lips lock so perfectly, paddle in each other's warmth. Months later, they decide to travel the world, sleeping under a restless sky in Arabian deserts and feasting under the Maharaja's lavish eye. They cross the Atlas mountains on horses,  dance to "kpanlogo" in Ghana's streets,  and feast on crepes while watching a sunrise from the tip of the Eiffel Tower (security is easy to outdo when you are related to Obama). But of all the wonders they explore, they are most amazed by the one they find within each other, and as gravity sucks them through the New Zealand sky, they decide to take that red fusion beyond the crossing of space and into a crossing of time. But forever is a long time...