The way he watches me is a dance.
His eyes see something visceral
and in stillness, he moves me closer to him.
A silent serenade,
an encapsulating freedom,
the way he watches me is a dance.
A spiritual movement in which we feel something
only our souls can see.
Jodi Rempel is a freelance writer — down-to-earth, personal essays and prose poetry. Check out her website to subscribe to her e-mail listserv, access more content, and obtain contact details.