over and again until it fades into a faint echo ... it is quiet , only the wind of their breathing , they are unaware of the room and the candlelight playing and the dying stalk of incense and the savory delights of mozart , they are strolling together along the beach , disappearing into a sunset and returning upon sea gull wings , rising from a burial of sand , playfully scampering after each other and tossing themselves into the sea ... they swim and she is porpoise and he seal , blustering lion seal , they sound the song of the sea , catching their play among seaweed they rise and frolic themselves as cloud and breeze , forming and unforming in shapes , some monstrous , some silly ... falling but emerging into each others arms , they feel the hot sun rise and the delightful shout of the moon in response ... they are face to face , she straddling him , he undulating her , fused within his thighs , a blessing of his prodigious length , he is rocking chair to her , her softness the rider on his stride and roll ... they settle into this wave of motion , like an egg attempting to stand on its end , a bit of a wobble , he and she embrace in the small of their bodies , becoming as one cell in the their fuller coupled body , he sperm , she egg , they as one are yoked and yolk , and within this coupled body bursts that moment of creationflash ! that stroke and slide , that tap on the door and the wondrous moment of opening : the entry , the rise , the up the lights , the rolling away of the stone ... they are blessed this moment as one in the other , that coming of themselves which is future and will be past and present , their child , so it begins , they dreamslipping , he and she , jared and aaren chanting sweetly , hearts afire .