How They Know
Their hands glide across dark leather,
drawn by magnetic impulse.
Soft smiles etch a silent trail upon
their faces.
His fingers reach out to touch hers,
and the sun plays on pale skin bursting
forth to radiate ethereal energy
Her eyes rise to his lips seeking
feelings
she recognizes along the way,
brushed with mystical reverence.
Sheltered in the warmth of mutual
bonding, she lifts her chin and blinks
but once in a forever gesture.
This is
how they know the moment.
How they meet the day, each day.
How they know the center of their long
memory.
for those who take the time to know each other.
