The bodies entwined in some kind of passion, played out by the sweat of the night. Fearless were the bites dug in, Were they seeing each other, or was the passion driving them to do things. Like gnawing and grasping, tugging and tapping. The freckles against the smoothed hair. The fluidity against stop-continuum of time. But that was dark. Does it change if they are blindfolded and it was all light?