Our hands are clenched tight
fingers curled around each other.
The trepidation of the ineffable has us quivering
in our high top boots
and fishnet tights.
The fabric snaking up our legs
matched the crossing of our minds,
each so entrenched with the other’s thoughts.
In unison we sing our song
melodies so sonorous
that the forest can’t help
but hold it’s breath.
No one notices anything but the beauty
of our smiles
so our tears escape unnoticed
rolling down blue-veined faces.
Imprints of nails on our palms
still rouse memories
of silent stares
and untold secrets hanging heavy
in the air.
We are iridescent with the limerence
but never does the epiphany grace our minds
that we clenched hands so tight
that one one fell
the other did too.