bough bent in curious arc
protecting from the sun,
two people sat upon
roots gripping earth,
she held her dress
snug about the knees
avoiding embarrassing breeze,
he beside her
spoke more softly
than his baritone normally
allowed,
below the village
red slate rooftops
refracting light,
he place a hand upon
her arm,
assuring the words spoken
meant something,
birds added chorus where once
shellfire boomed like a bitterns
cry,
these houses below
pocked by bullets,
he looked at her
she still stared
at rows of houses,
laundry being hung on line
children playing tag,
normality, a calmness
a unification occured,
love was shapeless
without borders,
it could solidify,
and become that unbroken
bond,
she turned moving
loose hair strands
from face
and kissed
velvetmedia 