It was a tacit agreement that we formed,
an unexpressed understanding born
in the nights of our sundered summer.
We rendezvoused with each other,
quite by accident. The waterfront was booming
with our thoughts; though we, unassuming, said little.
We sat in silence, watching our private universes
meet- melding and joining until we witnessed a genesis,
the birth of a single microcosm with room for two.
Our mouths remained untroubled, the union far too new
for the subtle, erratic duplicity of speech,
for the taint of monochromatic vocal bleach.
The aching molecules of our anguished existence
clung eagerly to the comfort of a joint subsistence.
fingers reached, searched, and came together-
we found our own selves within each other.
There, on the dark sand, we cleansed our tarnished souls.
In the middle of our broken lives, we finally felt whole.