Beauty In Union

Stop a moment,
And you’ll see
A girl waiting in Arrivals.
A small suitcase and a backpack lie obediently at her feet.
Her face is turned up
To scan the crowd:
Reddish hair and rosy cheeks
Accentuated by blue-green eyes
That hold the depth of a thousand dreams.
She is waiting for someone –
No,
She is waiting for her Someone.
She is waiting for the girl she calls “Cariad”.

The girl called “Cariad”
Is making her way through the crowd,
Light brown eyes shining even brighter
As they fasten on the waiting girl.
Her love has not spotted her yet,
Giving her time, as she walks,
To free her long, dark hair
From the confines of her coat collar.
Drawing nearer,
She locks eyes at last with her Someone.

The crowd,
Already relegated to a small corner of each girl’s awareness,
Melts away entirely
As the two come face to face.
The waiting girl,
Whose wait is now over,
Smiles at her Cariad,
Her expression one of tender happiness.

“Hello, Ashke,” the dark-haired girl says,
A radiant smile illuminating her face.
It is one of many names between them.
The dark-haired girl
Loves “Cariad” the best
Out of all the names she has been given;
And so, in turn,
Does the red-haired girl love “Ashke”.
She responds with a “Hello” of her own,
Taking a step away from her belongings
To assist her Someone
In fully closing the gap between them.
Their arms encircle each other.
The meeting of their lips
Brings another name to both of their minds,
A name the girl called “Cariad” gave to her Ashke
As something just for the two of them
When they are alone together.

As for what is between these two girls…
There are many names for it.
But, in this moment,
Enveloped once more
In the warm sweetness of each other’s lips
After a month apart,
Both girls
Call it “Beautiful”.