Where Souls Meet Poem by Tebogo Tshegofatso

souls meet through pupils and irises,
as two pairs melt into one being,
they meet where hands hold,
and fingers fill the void in between,
they do not use their eyes to behold,
but rely on cues that are unseen,
they exhale with tunnels of the nose,
but puff with the pores of the heart,
their delicacy breaks forth like a rose,
that springs into a conjoined part,
so they love like 'twas them that love chose,
souls meet thru' a smile and a stare,
through blinks and unnoted setbacks,
words that don't vow to always be there,
but that prove it by loyalty and works,
consistency and unwavering care.