because
the lips are soft,
as they form patterns in the air
even as words are spoken,
the words must lay
gently upon his eyes
he blinks for a second
blinks a little longer
wonders if the burden
of her wishes is too much
to carry
on his brow
she runs a fingertip
he rests his forehead on her hands
a little
rests a little longer
soon, the world
will want them to play parts
for now, everything is just alright.
