I saw two lovers sitting by each other,
His eyelids following the movements of her eyes
Which were not looking, but were slowly sliding
Along his, taking her in circles, tender lines.
She used no words to tell him that she listened
To how he read the cryptic symbols of her lips
With his illiterate persistent fingers,
Which lay in wait without a motion by her hips.
He used no space to reach her hiding elbows,
Which stood on guard beside his legs without a move --
To make her body his continuation.
I saw them though your eyes -- my eyes had left for you.