Sonnet 8

3/4/11

I’d like to write about the way you moved

In synchrony, as though it were a dance—

She took a step, and so he took one, too,

As if he were afraid there was a chance

That if she got too far away to touch

She’d disappear forever—but the soft

Unspoken ties that bind you two, so much

A mystery to one not born aloft

In love’s miraculous embrace, cannot

But be so guessed at now. I cannot know,

But wonder how it happens. How? This knot,

This mystery, which pulls you closely so.

I stand amidst the lights and stay my eyes:

A couple dancing, fastened, man and wife.