To Speak a Foreign Language

She said, "Tu nombre es miel a mis labios." with a sigh
reminiscent of the dew in the early morning dawn.
Sweetness and light enveloping his senses

"Usted es la pequena flor mas dulce del valle." he said
wrapped gently
in the glow of a fading moonlit sky.

All without the comfort of solid words spoken.
In the expansiveness of space and time
with a look in the eye
and a touch of the hand
their thoughts were known

simply

beautiful.