by Linda S. Cone

The Homecoming


He entered.
She noticed.
He waited.
She wondered.
He looked.
She smiled.
He asked.
She answered.
He led.
She followed.

He kissed.
She quivered.
He rose.
She reached.
He poised.
She placed.
He pressed.
She parted.
He sank.
She surrounded.

They shuddered.
They dissolved.
They were home.

Home was the essence of love,
One heart residing within another.

Linda S Cone
7-10-2008
Excerpt from “I Hope You Dance”