it runs through it

straight up the middle

every time

every single time.

there are no words to give it

no description that can’t simply be read in

the look on her face and the deep well of black in her eyes.

but there is no need

for explanation.

all of those present

faces thick with tenderness


and can give no words

no description either other than the  return of the same look

in that undeniable blue line

running through the middle

every time.