Undeclared yet Construed

There is a confounding riddle that lies
Behind why my thoughts are lucid before your eyes,
Why my heart is securely knotted with yours,
Allowing you trace my every emotion’s course

In my small gesture of stretching my back
You know in an instant there’s pain that smacks
You offer your delicate hand for a massage
No need for words to utter; enough is my visage

In my creasing of eyebrows and pouting of lips
You know without doubt my mind is on a trip
You surmise I’m bothered, you then search for reasons
And seek ways to paint my cheeks a shade of crimson

In those leisurely steps I take into deep silenced shores
You delicately fill the gaps of my fingers with yours
Licensing me to take in the absence of words
While patiently waiting for me in between wind’s swirls

In my clasping of two hands and hunching of shoulders
You don’t bother ask anymore if I’m feeling any colder
The next thing I know is there’s a warm, fragrant jacket
Wrapped around me with the comfort of night’s singing crickets

I find it fascinating that there’s someone like you in my life
To whom I can wordlessly and tranquilly share my strife
With whom I can take delight in every turn of blissful dance
And who take heed of every detail of my often misconstrued heart