He is all feet and firm lines, walking in measured strides, his voice rising and falling with stress and inflection; she is lush with curves, dancing to her own wild pulse, sobbing and laughing with the heartbeat of voiceless humanity. One would not think such a pair could wed. Yet when their hands grope and find each other under cover of inky darkness, their union is a counterpoint like none other, each rising to meet the other's pleasure, rhythms and lines entwining until finally they are one.