The way our necks turned. The way our hair was pulled back and fell. The way our shoulders bent. The way our second arms folded around behind us. The way our hands were held. We were looking at something.
The sleeve of your shirt curled while I, pinching, curled up the back of mine.
And what, dear love, did we see among the gigantic cat tails and the spiky, drying fronds?
Unaware just then, we are still learning about each other. In the gardens, I found you again.