Touch

I desire to measure your skin slowly with my fingers to gently brush your arm blending our colors together white and black to touch you just to capture your attention to hear you whisper please, come closer... I wish to share sleep with you wrapping my dreams around you taking us to a world that requires no apologies for a deep intimate bond and uninhibited imagination becomes more torture than virtue as our past and future merges choking our air with trembling tears of joy... I want you memorizing you deep in my blood in my skeletal bones within my skin I see you in my eyes when I gaze into the mirror I dream you into reality I am only half a soul without you now... I am now lost in the days in thoughts of marriage and we choose our means of touch putting geography behind us removing the blinders and embracing our touch that is temporarily denied us... ~ ~