Re: her

For what will have happened

Reciprocation bends her thinly plumaged swan neck and 
Every pore starts to pulse with the anticipation of well earned sweat;
Loving kindness, manifested through honest Hazel eyes;
One piece of ethereal folded soul, slowly and surely reaching out to the 
Completion of itself, where glances and tones cross and criss-cross, then
Alabaster and earth green flowing in an unannounced strange loop
Truth in the unspoken; not the neglected, merely the unsaid;
Intense breath -in synchronization- oxygen both lost and found
Never truly resting, looking for the line to cross, to challenge;
Go, come; be there soon.