Plunge

What it was like falling in love

 Such hesitant touches,
such tentative kisses.

We pluck our favorite words
from the tangle that we speak
and weave them into heavy-handed menace
and the sweetest of gossamer dreams.
There is the power that only phantoms wield
pulling and pushing us
from just off-screen.

But as the storm roils around us
my hand still finds yours
and I find my circle completes
over and over again.

Such irony, searching for words
for that which words cannot contain,
and yet like children
we stumble and fumble to find them.

Such pain 
tucked just behind the curtain;
we gasp it out
and hide ourselves in shame,
but find just what we need
in the other's smile,
in their arms.

Such magic,
those lips 
and tender fingertips 
that wipe away the scars of years
and take away the burn of tears.

Faith we follow 
not with sight or sound
but with the truer ring
of touch and trust.
This plunge we take 
we take for all
and us,
this love.