Swoon, my dear

Can I have my eyes back please, Mr. Sandford?

Adaptation of Graeme’s post, How Goes The Day

We talk in tongues
when we’re together.
Each hard at work,
taking a moment to touch
across our smiles.

We think via empathy;
our neural pathways connecting our minds
like the weave of a well-worn suit.
We kiss and rekiss;
we know the other’s ways.
But sometimes, when we start, we wobble,
because, often, our knees turn to jelly,
and it is what we do.

Here, I say, never fear,
I am in your arms
again.
Swoon, my dear.