An old woman eats her grapefruit and toast quietly while her husband reads the newspaper. The man barely skims the words, but his actions are habit now. They know each other, all the good and bad, and their lives conform to bring the other happiness, ease. To shape each other, both poles of their sexuality and senses and skill, they’d aligned their wills long ago.
When dipoles align
Electrons court protons
No longer stranger.
The old man smiles over his newspaper, and the woman raises the corners of her lips to match.
This Haibun was written for Tanka Tuesday no. 119, mystery and attract. The synonyms are wide, but hopefully you will forgive me this. 🙂