Formation of a Shared Mask

opening para of a new short story:

. . . after three weeks of sex and intimacy in that hotel room, the same hotel room; after all that burgeoning recognition . . . of tongues playing on skin or otherwise debating the rights and wrongs of their illicit union, of lips caressing body parts and forging sub-atomic bonds, the couple parted company leaving just their amputated mouths on a westbound District and Circle Line train . . . two quivering relics of what had occurred between them . . . These orifices . . . without their respective owners to animate them securely, squirmed and twitched in semi-articulate paroxysms and appeared to the dumbfounded passengers in the carriage to be suggesting that they were in constant agony, that this sudden imposed muteness was the most difficult of sounds to cope with . . . That their fortunes had so recently changed was of course unknown to the passengers; the mouths, once replete of purpose and driven by lust’s animation, now appeared idiotic. Consequently, the passengers could only suppose some frightening existential malaise was bearing fruit there on the coarse, patterned seats; that these gruesome ‘things’ encapsulated a deep, primal and, for the better part of any average life, hidden fear . . . so absurd, so horrifying . . . that there might come a day when each and every one of them would go unheard. The question went round as to whether they should pull the alarm cord and inform the driver of this disturbing imposition to their day or simply ignore it, after all what concern was it of theirs? And surely any assistance that might have been available was too little too late, these ‘things’ were far from being saved . . . So the train howled on through the tunnels, shaking the occupants irredeemably . . .
. . . and the mouths searched deep within themselves for some way to emulate their respective hosts, to draw on the sensual memory of what had transpired between their possessors, but to no avail . . . and they began to quake with grief; the shunt of skin against skin, the sweet awareness of life, the flume of sex - all were gone; how they had been empowered, rich, charmed . . .