Absorbing every word.
There is a strangeness to her silence.
As if she fears breaking his flow.
She thinks he is a genius
He thinks she is beautiful.
The way she listens to him,
With her head cocked to one side.
There is something breathless about how they relate.
A tangible quality that hangs in the air.
In the dark depths of the night they keep each other company,
There is no entanglement.
Rather a lingering.
When one dies the other will be wounded.
This is a certainty.
(16 June 2012)