Little words I cannot utter without heartbeat all aflutter.
Like dancing wings upon the taught skin of a drum.
He knows me with the slightest glance, by my movement and my stance.
Knows the goosebumps as they rise like feeling stars upon the skies.
When we met first I surely knew that he was I, and I him too.
Like bowing willow branches sweeping to meet their roots.
See, without words we each know exactly what we each see.
I see him, entirely. And he sees me.