our voices know each other in a tongue
we barely understand   words follow words
through turns of everyday   what we have done
what we have said   to whom   things we have heard
ephemeral meanings floated on a stream
like paper galleys   these   the stuff of sense
of caveats   when in a doubting time
we question why and find the answer less
than reason   still   an echo of the sound
prevails   an intertwining of your tone
and mine   your cadences   my counterpoint
our rise and fall   a sweeter music than
we care to name is ours   our voices have
learned to transcend the dull taboos of love