Touching

A fleeting moment between two

Leaves them dancing around with words

The beauty of all of it

Is that it comes straight from their hearts.

Artful rhythms beat tendancies

As forgotten as the past is today

Soft breezes clear the air of duty

As he pronounces everything tenderly.

We may cast a shadow upon a wall

Our lips may speak

But they do not touch..

Yet.

Though I would argue I could feel you

To anyone

That doubted

That this far away

We could be

 

 

Touching.