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© ]
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