They stayed and recognize each other. 

He knows the body when it hesitates at the edge of life.

She knows the exact place whee something was taken from her , so she could stay. 

When they dance it not long matters. At least here.

In the arms reaching for each other who is holding whom ? Who comes before whom ? 

Mother , lover, son , companion ,friend,  wife, child,  keeper, desire, refuge..all the names we give to love so we know where to put it.But their bodies choose none of them, or perhaps they choose them all. 

They holds each other where names end. 

Stop asking love what is.

Ask only that it be.

That it be there.

When the threshold comes.

But this time , there will be two of us.

One will cross first, the other will remain. 

One will keep dancing with the invisible. And they will keep meeting in the time of that dance.

Where arms and bodies still remember how to find each other.

Love does not know the shape we have made for it.

It knows other , sometimes larger than the names we know .

They improvised love.

The way one improvised a dance at the threshold.

Unconventional love