The Sunday Drive

The world narrows

to where two sleeves cross,

where one wrist touches another

and hands entwine.

Feeling the warmth of skin

and solid bones resting together

in such a way

that makes the heart aware

of the pulse of lovers.

The pace of cozy quiet

and daydreams of scenes passing by

amount to a shared language

of all the unspoken things

while holding hands.