Something as Simple as a Gaze from the Beloved
Blends the Inner and Outer Worlds
There is one body that houses a lake.
There is another that sounds like light looks.
She sways to his innate music, the pulse
puts to her sleep. They live together
in a third body no one sees
called Love. Even their children
cannot touch its roots. They share
the mystical language of reading faces,
a phonic code of nuanced breaths,
unchartered connotations of common words.
The space between them can be
an obstacle course or atonement itself,
depending on the noises they make.
Some mornings, early, silence
can be seen in the eyes of the other.
Past this peace is where the universe expands.
When you see yourself in the other’s pupil
you know the rest of the story by heart.