Matching the Soul

Matteo said to Matilde

dear I cannot

see you well enough

to hear or feel

Ah my love

invisible it is I

beneath your feet

yelled Matilde to Matteo

dear is that you

whispering

in my ear?

I fear you're

mussing my tresses

and that will never

do except to

to pull

And Matteo

sat deftly braiding

the grass that grew

while Matilde

watered the soil

with her tears

from below

And then all

condensed and

it rained adequately

on them both

and they turned

inward unhurried

each believing

fervently

the other

had safeguarded

the spark