franks handrubbing the back of her neck , gently , whispering fingers , echoing breaths , dalores , honey ... and in a bursting flash like fire-flies in the darkest of night they appear each to the other ... rush madly up and into arms and down swooping with bodies like rain in the sunshine , pounding , pelting flesh with kisses : face and neck and hands and hugs deep into the caves of each others hearthearts beating , loudly beating , deafeningshe is without words , only tears ... tears which fill up the room , bring them to high tidethey plunge under , into the wetness of their togetherness : swim away from what is above , what is known , what is daytime and plunge deeper and deeper into that of themselves which is unknown .