The touch of your hand is so warm.
the world becomes acute in color – and I cannot see anything
but the red of blood rushing in my veins.
I hear two heartbeats, I don’t know which is mine.
Forces draw me nearer to your warmth
and the scent of you fills me
reminding me of warm summer days down by the creek
laying upon warm granite boulders…
and I take it all in
overwhelmed by the closeness of you.
Draw me in and I might disappear
in the light and loveliness
transformed into a new expression
that is neither you or me.