When you feel like you know someone so well every thought, feeling or emotion can be felt within a touch.
Your hands feel like eternity as one moment blends into another.
It’s easy to get lost in the shape of your face;
contoured continuum
where a placing of the hand knows every inch of its home.
Fingertips have memorized every line
the trace of your lips.
Each strand of hair lulls the skin into peaceful poetry.
Your eyes love what they cannot see;
countless sighs that have transposed
from one soul to another.
What passes could never compare
to whats always yet to come.
Even with no words between us I can hear what’s never said.
Each line a quiver upon my heart.
What’s left over can be remembered
simplisticly,
with just one touch.
” As always there is thought that passes, it cannot be contained nor with the lips restrained. Making way they get stopped by the brick wall, but it is only a momentary fall.”
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