in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes
Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.