So here I sit
10 times removed from all my sadness
looking upon what would be the image of my happiness.
I reach for something tangible...to convince myself this is real
As if she reads my mind she extends her hand
it touches m... in ways only she understands.
The language we speak known only to lovers.
Yes....we are engaged in that blissful dance
in a place where time enjoins us
a co-conspirator...as we become...one