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.