Touch
It is too dark to see,
the moon has
not yet risen.
I just lay here, in
his arms, strong arms,
comforting arms.
I can feel his heartbeat
gentle rhythm of the soul,
always there.
His fingers move,
slowly tracing the curve
of my back, sending
little shivers dancing
across my skin.
I feel the warmth of his
neck and face beneath
my fingertips. His feet
are warm too. Funny,
mine never are.
His warm breath flows
across my face
and neck,
liquid comfort.
His eyelashes brush my cheek
as he opens his eyes,
though they
are useless.
Right now
all we have is touch.
(2/99)
It is too dark to see,
the moon has
not yet risen.
I just lay here, in
his arms, strong arms,
comforting arms.
I can feel his heartbeat
gentle rhythm of the soul,
always there.
His fingers move,
slowly tracing the curve
of my back, sending
little shivers dancing
across my skin.
I feel the warmth of his
neck and face beneath
my fingertips. His feet
are warm too. Funny,
mine never are.
His warm breath flows
across my face
and neck,
liquid comfort.
His eyelashes brush my cheek
as he opens his eyes,
though they
are useless.
Right now
all we have is touch.
(2/99)