rewrite. My version.
They'd met again, of course.
And of course his arm fit comfortably in a curving line that ended on her stomach or thigh if she turned slightly to listen with an ear against his chest for his heartbeat.
His heart beat.
She listened.
Two heart beats graphed on two clear planes.
Two sin sorts of waves.
Offset.
The intersection is predictable and comfortable.
A mad scientist moves the transparencies of the two graphs linearally.
When they match, he'll ducttape the edges and move linearally towards insanity, considering how two lines are one line.
Two lives are one life.
They'd meet again, of course.
And of course his arm fit comfortably in a curving line that ended on her stomach or thigh if she turned slightly to listen with an ear against his chest for his heartbeat.
His heart beat.
She listened.
Two heart beats graphed on two clear planes.
Two sin sorts of waves.
Offset.
The intersection is predictable and comfortable.
A mad scientist moves the transparencies of the two graphs linearally.
When they match, he'll ducttape the edges and move linearally towards insanity, considering how two lines are one line.
Two lives are one life.
They'd meet again, of course.