The Touch

The Touch whispers... in the corridor alone pillars of though brace my gait the thought of illumination permeates my very being how you had fought so hard and fierce the touch awakes mt senses in columns of darkened ambers there is silence in the room coffee we talked about better days gone by on how things used to be in the midnight hour you were there without a care to delve into the inner plight of the soul let behind an Autumn embrace of thought hands, face & feet a challenge to be free is a quest of time sublime romantic interlude as we pass in the hall lips flutter through the intense fashion we each must create are own reality the door opens and I'm no more