TWO LOVERS ON A BRIDGE

    
     I saw two lovers today walking across the bridge above the waterfall by my house. I saw the way they talked quietly between each other. Her head lay on the edge of his shoulder while he whispered a secret into her ear. She looked out intently as though he was saying something poetic and deep. Suddenly she broke into a great big grin and tossed her head back to laugh. Not exactly what she was thinking he'd tell her right at the moment but she laughed nonetheless. This is the comfort lover's enjoy. Where the unexpected is met with happiness. She pulled her head from off his shoulder and walked a step away from him but never let the tips of her fingers leave the warmth of his hand. Their arms stretched out between them as though this was as far as they would ever allow themselves to be from each other. They both slowed and he led her out in front of him to twirl her around by pulling gently on her arm. She slowly rotated on the tip of her foot and around to face him; her face changed from one of a simple gentle happiness to a look of absolute adoration. Only an instant, but the depth of one persons love for another needs but the blink of an eye to be felt. His free hand swept around her to slide up her back and let her feel the muscle of his forearm slide across her skin to hold her to him. So effortless, I thought. As though the two of them were choreographed dancers who knew exactly where every part of their partners body was at any given time. When two people move together so well, physically, it is obvious that , alone, they are so much more in tune with the things that can not be seen. Not one thing without movement, but two things, completely separate, that move together. Synchronicity. His other arm slid across the top of her shoulders to wrap around her neck. Her eyes flashed with fire for a man who can touch her soul as effortlessly as he breathed. Her hand sliding up his chest, then across his neck and face to cradle his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him. Like two people knitting together like climbing vines. Her leg slowly wrapped around the back of his heel to hold herself, balanced against him, as he embraced every part of her body with his. Their hips melting together and the length of their legs caressing each other with the same warmth and intensity as their lips. Two people interlocked in union. Seamless, with no part left unattended by the other. Everything complete and whole. They were only joined for a moment, but in that time I saw their entire lives. And so could they. I know these two people. Not personally, but how it is that they have come together like this. Because it is easy to live in a world where we feel inside of ourselves what it is we wish to experience. So very often, we look to others to be able to find common allies to agree with our dreams and thoughts, and seek others that will validate the thoughts. But for me, and for these two people clutched together on a simple bridge, the validation of thought and intention becomes a moot point if it is not acted upon by the only person who can do those things. Validation comes from the fulfillment of finding the person who is willing to turn that thought and feeling into a reality. And when it is physically expressed, it is validated with so much more than thought or dream.
This is how I see real love. Not as a verification of agreed upon thoughts, or as a compatibility of feelings. It is a belief that things that are ever growing and changing is its own constant, and that by showing it to a person, and having them not only feel it as true, but internalize it as fact, is what catalyzes their emotion back into me as the strength that I feel near them.