we turn into the park , and the weakened sunlight , unhampered by the wide brick shoulders of the buildings , washes over the landscape , through the unadorned arms of the trees that stretch starkly nak*d against the sky , across the pathway lined with benches and the people on them enjoying the waning of the day , softer than a baby 's cheek , and the lovers who stroll past them encased in the sparkling chrysalis of their desire , warm knotted-up entwining longing , unspoken promises wrapped in velvet laughter .