To Touch Moon rises As we touch the stars. This essence of you That draws me towards you. I want to touch you, Trace my fingertips Gently over your smiling lips, Feel your heart beating, Feel your breath, Look into your eyes. . . And this, This that we have now, Evokes a palpable current. We meet this way, We meet far away, Yet closer. . . Closer than our own breath. We met far away, Inside us, Long ago, And right now. My breath catches In the truth of this And I feel you inside. We really are inside Each other all along. . . Warm breezes bend The palms in their embrace, Dancing to their own rhythm, The music formed Solely through their union, The blending of touch. Waves ripple across the surface As the coot runs on the water Chasing his mate And he releases this jungle wild cry Undisturbed by anyone. We play with words, Pausing to smile and laugh, Sip tea, And touch more Than each other’s soul.
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