Touch

When she brushed her hand

like the ghost of a fleeting wind

across a sensitive part of my body,

it was the most incredible sensation

I’ve felt in too long a time

and I know what you’re thinking,

no, I’m not talking about that,

I meant my fingertips

and I know what you’re thinking,

but let me explain:

for the briefest moment,

one imperceivable instant,

I stood in a world

Where our hands clasped instead of grazed,

weaved as one in one another,

Where a second became a minute became a lifetime,

Where there was as much fear

as there was space between us,

Where each breath was a whisper,

each breath was a hurricane,

each breath was indeterminably mine or hers,

Where I saw her smile always

when I closed my eyes and until I woke again,

finally awoken to a world I only dreamed of

until the moment passed and I saw her smiling,

the sun accentuating her gentle, piercing eyes,

as she offered me an embrace

And that world began anew.

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