Sounding steps, furthering steps
Down the cement line
Softly pressing, urgently pressing
Closer into mine

A white sky to paint upon
A smile to mark it
A telling of how long
And their kiss to know they sought it

Keeping words, filtering words
Down the contact line
Keenly holding, genteelly holding
Closer into thine

A hot breeze to bask upon
A laugh to mark it
A calming of how long
And their flesh to know they sought it

Warming hands, conserving hands
Down the comfort line
Wanly moving, astutely moving
Farther away from mine

A soft beam to guide upon
A stare to mark it
A smile is far gone
And her tears to know they sought it