Her Face Speaks Wonder

That look, when we connect

and know we feel the same, experience the same,

are not alone.

Her hand shoots out

as if to steady herself while the earth beneath trembles, 

yet it does not tremble, rather stays still.

Her face speaks wonder

through eyes open wide, intent on my words still lingering in the air,

through the slight smile that appears when she sees that they are real.

Her face speaks wonder,

and sometimes when we are close

our hands find each other and meet in wondrous embrace,

fingers interlocked, reluctant to separate.

Yes her face speaks wonder

and in those moments i want to lean forward

and kiss her gently on the lips...

But until that day

we will share that look

and my face will speak wonder too.