The Dance

She looked upon his face as he slept, she gently smiled to herself. She lightly traced his lips with her fingers, remembering how a few hours ago they were hungry and sought hers. She brushed her hand upon his arm, remembering how only a few hours ago they held her as close as two can be. She rested her head upon his chest, and listened to the rhythm of his heart, remembering that only a few hours ago it danced with hers.

He opened his eyes, and looked into the windows of her soul, his arms drawing his love to his lips, closing her eyes she sighed; the dance begins again.