Sometimes it just happens

The fury of eyes

One flame burning off the other

The pull of souls to one gravity's pit

The lilting ideals of two minds that float

The warmth of hearts glowing, beats colliding

It's irrational, raging, caressing, plucking

From real to real-er

That's IT. The relational "raw". The thrill, the terror, the beauty. 

It, all, together. 

It has only happened once, 

And for the second, I cannot yet judge.