Without Words

He runs his hand along the soft, gentle curves of her back
memorizing every little nuance of her sigh.
The deep drawn breath in the night
a hidden warmth
illuminating the darkness.
Calling softly to each other, reassuring
undulations of perfection 
will enkindle his skin forever.
Will it be enough, without words of love;
without shouting and proclaiming every moment
convincing, persuading, enticing those three words?
Will it mean nothing,
these moments spent entwined?
Breathing vibrancy back into every movement
interlocking limbs and souls.
Transcendence acclaimed
Without words