Chartreuse light bleeds through
Dated blinds from yester-years
Giving sight to evenings demise
While giving birth to a new beginning
Starting with a single touch
One hand sliding into another,  fingers intertwined
The simplest of acts, but in that moment
The earth moved and time,
It ceased to exist, revealing a love that began before words were formed or lines penned.
A start to something only she
Could sense the importance of, and even to her the understanding only came in part
Swept up in its forward motion of emotion
Left them basking in dawns light.

K.Turnage
3-2-2015