she
moved slowly
oh so slowly
running her fingers against the dark, soft, shinning cherry wood
looking at him
with question marks in her eyes
aching for spiritual communion
aching for his depth
to help her go even deeper
yearning for his quiet, unparalleled and know how
his soothing touch, silence, words
conversations, intertwined, facing each other,
ions ago, but he had stepped up and they had moved forward
via the guide of his depth
she walked slowly towards him
her face soft, her body relaxed
they found God again and again
in their depths