They met away from the whispering palms, away from the bushes and palm trees.
They met coated with dust from skyscraper buildings, coated with dust from books they'd been reading, people they'd been meeting.
They met as city grown with traces of native upbringing from where they were not born.
Their plans, their love, their hearts began to beat as one until the plans began to shift like the sands of the desert. The wedding date moved away with the shift into a date yet to be fixed. Now no longer two hearts beating but three, four and more. Relatives and kinsmen holding their breaths waiting with joy to hear when, when when it would be.
The two love birds wrapped themselves in the reality. The reality comes to steal away any fantasy nursed because they have to go to do a ritual of union in a place they were never born.