Kisses Unrelinquished

The glint of light rushed through her shaded eye flecks of dust too floated there. Words echoed in the air and I could hear a welling tear  howl like the wind in eyes which grew narrow from the question which hung suspended in the thick gap between question posited and response given. I was a dust drop reeling tumbling flaming speck fleeing exposed to those eyes now glistening welling up from that deep well from where the soul cries. It was cornered there in the white part exposed sliding across to the oval end where all things narrowed like a river-let, to fall down across the cheek bone and splatter on the floor in poor, dark light, in the room carpeted with unspoken words and nuances. This tear is born to die amid uncertain circumstance; born in mid sentence, unfinished meanings and I could not then know my own answer to her question: Do you think we should break up? I started saying "I do..." not finishing arrested by the narrowing eye and it's river-let, my soul on quivering hiatus no time to think or react so swiftly the tear appeared I had to time to think. I could feel my heart growing hands, my soul developing feet moving across the tiny space a tear at stake and sentences to complete. "Not want to" "Not want to" my voice said swooping up with fingertip nascent crying tear which now retracts transformed in origin. "My soul can not stand" I said "to see the eyes I love grow tear river-lets." There is nothing more intimate than tears shed, retrieved and shared touched by finger-tips kisses unrelinguished. There is no shorter time than time trapped between I love  and I love you not; no heartbreak flowing deeper than in tear-soaked river-lets; no kiss sweeter than those which remain unrelinquished.