One Touch

One touch as you lay here, sleeping I watch the flickering behind your eyelids my hand moves of tis own voilition i take the measure of your skin with my fingertips just one touch to know your solidity just a little brush across your arm to blend my self with you in a small, unobtrusive way not to wake you not to demand your attention not to disturb your dreaming but simply to stake my claim on your next breath and the words you would speak to me I would wrap my thoughts around you and take you with me as we fall off the world to a place that would allow no apologies for needs or the wants that surface when the dark presses too close nor leave any room for sleep when imajination becomes more a torment than a pleasure this constant whirling and beckoning of desires of words and images from a dead past overtaken by a future that engulfs now and chokes the air bringing sharp joyful tears from my eyes and leave me trembling with just one touch my mind holds the memory of you in my blood in my bones in my skin in my eyes did i dream you into being or did my reality separate into the half that is alone and the half that is missing without you? as we are lost in our days, working we can choose the means of contact a phone call hurriedly, urgently igniting the senses to be left panting and gasping to douse me in holy water in all its divinity, i praise you Amen! Mi Amor! but here, in the hours alone, as your eyelids flutter in peaceful sleep all confusion ended with one touch. [ p smith© ]