I know not of your hands
I know not of your name,
I know not of your face
but I have
always
known you
you are my soul's warm embrace

I have felt you
in their mindless empty touch
closer closer every time
an I need you
very very much,

I have yearned for the freeing
of your loving fingertips
the sanctuary of the warmest arms
and those perfect perfect lips
we can dance in my moon
as we move
slowly
waxing,
waning,
bringing both us back,
as time just slips an slips,
back,
before here
when
I knew you
back there
where
light
lives.

Ma Cherie © 2017