she wandered barefoot
gliding into thin air
out beyond the realm of tangibility
her soul visible through her sheerness
it fluttered to meet his
she kissed his soul
through his face
his eyelids closed, she lay her lips on them
telling his soul how she loved him
she didn’t need words to explain it all
the fear, the hurt,
there was no need for apologies
he handed her a bucket
where he had collected all her tears
it was a large tin pail, silver, with a thin handle
he handed back the love she had drowned in
trying to express the unspoken to him
he had collected every rainfall
until this moment
she extended out her arms
he lay her love back into her hands
she smiled, one single teardrop running down her cheek
his soul reached out to embrace her
wrapped around her
tin pail in one hand, carrying what was theirs to share,
they danced, something slow
his hand on the small of her back
his soul kissed her back
and then she woke up, him, spooned around her.
It was real.