whispered intentions

He
is like a hot
wind blowing
around her soul
questions dancing
in his eyes
desperately trying
to blow back the curtains
to see who she is

She
is wrapped
in webs of gossamer
allowing cautious
soft breezes
now and again
to let him catch glimpses
of what's in her heart
and what lies behind the soul
of her eyes

They
are flying on wings
of unknown
fluttering in the breezes
caught in a web
of what
might
be