A touch

It stood out to me - Gold Against the brown, mocha skin of your neck It brought out an essence of what might lie within What I saw was the warmth of your body radiating That my fingers didn't need to feel I couldn't stop from imagining if I did touch you Would I recognize it Would it feel strange Would it feel somewhere between home and I know you I let myself stand in the mystery I would admire you from afar Maybe then I wouldn't have to know That maybe our worlds within played the same tune It could be that it sung the same part of the same song I didn’t want to be sure of the truth It was comforting to know without certainty that we could be the same I let myself wallow in this fantasy I understood that if we touched I could be reassured of what my eyes saw Or feel a sudden wave of aloneness Unfamiliar - you might feel like the rest I didn’t wander here to you to feel it again and again It was hope that I felt Between what my eyes saw and my fingers that never touched too close Hope that I might’ve found someone just like me Hope that maybe you’d be the one - to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing