....And what words are there?

Your body was there with mine
And so I looked and touched and tasted
Never minding the I Love Yous
Because I found assent enough in your eyes.

How was I to know
Where it would go?

For such an infinite moment
You were real to me
And I was real to you
To me.
But nothing is either real or false
But remembering makes it so.

How was I to know
Where it would go?

And what words are there?

--(c)1999 by Issa