Those eyes.
In the face of a stranger,
800 miles from home

Nostalgia gripping all being.
A pang of familiarity,
Watching the false you
Losing sensation of breath and self

Stretching and piercing deep within,
Heartbeat; Heartache?
As skin recalled the touch
Of dissembled intention

Fingertips to caress,
Lips to promise and evoke,
A passion of two souls in tandem
Reaching for something
Zenith in existence

An exchange of emotion
A gift of connection
Without restriction
Awe of existence, and depth of being

Preparation for a reaping
Of exchange, and return.
Void of insight;
Bearing the fruit
Of misplaced intimacy

Vacant and hollow the reception
A chasm of lust
Intwined with need
Selfish and unforgiving

Setting fire to the dry tinder of a heart
Only to watch the flames
Engulf and destroy

Silently.
Furtively.
Withdrawal and reflection
Feeling the cold absence of touch
From this distance