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
understand
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.