Under the microscope, two heart cells

Under the microscope, two heart cells

separately pulsing:

Watch them touch, and, without knowing,

synchronize, and beat together.

I can think of you and never know

what you are thinking,

hold you, sweetly breathing, without expecting

my breath to catch

like yours. I followed you

walking bare-headed in the rain

through the dangerous park,

each of us imagining the other's anger

wrongly. Yet at the sound of my voice

turn, speak, no code to be broken; touch

that leaves us unchanged

but touched; nothing,

everything, out of the ordinary.