that moment

There is a time, she knows, during the act when she and he seem to become one. It happens sometimes, and sometimes not. It often surprises her, when it does occur, and brings with it such an intense emotional wash that she begins to cry, weep, actually. She turns away, then, because she’s either embarrassed or she doesn’t want him to see how deeply he’s touched her, how deeply she’s felt him, how connected they are, for that instant. She does, later, struggle to decide which it is, embarrassment or her vulnerability, then, instead, simply moves on because it’s not that important why and maybe some things are best just left alone. Besides, if she really contemplated it, investigated it, owned it, it might tell her something about herself she really doesn’t want to know.