When

When I hold your hand The world melts into velvet streams, The static of your palm, Pulse beats in your wrist, Send signals in a tactile Morse And all becomes the stuff of dreams. When I kiss your lips My eyes close on external things, The texture of your tongue, The salt and sugar taste Eradicates the world at large And all becomes as angel wings. When I touch your face The tears bathe my fingertips, The saline diamond orbs, Ecstasy in silvered drops Percolate my very soul And all becomes a moist eclipse. When I know your flesh, My empty heart will overflow, The yielding of your breast, The aching splay of womanhood Means everything that ever was And all becomes a love to know. When I have your heart The heavens and the earth will meet, The meaning of my life In crystal clear sincerity, And all becomes a prophecy Made concrete and complete.