The other day Louise and I promised each other our lives without speaking.

We made love and stayed in each other’s arms

for a long time without opening our eyes or talking,

                          but enjoying the lisping leaves and the guttering of the stream                            
between the yellow stones.

                Those sounds in our ears and the sun’s breath on our bodies           

held us, one heart.

For there is nothing to say that is not understood

when two feel themselves one because they are within each other’s arms.