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