I feel brought back to life
By the touch of your lips
I feel most like myself
With your hands on my hips
Why do I feel most grounded
While I’m falling from the grips

He extended his hand,
there was a seclusion in his arms.
I loved the touch and desire,
Completely dipped in ,
zest and amour,
It was like fire on fire.
The shine ,sparkle,& glisten
on his face.
The wonder, mystery happen
When we interface.
The feelings that you inhale
in my heart.
The last kiss you planted
before we depart.
They say love is myth.
The fallacy that never lies.
A strong perception
Which never dies.

I fell deeper into the touch you gave me
a colorful darkness surrounded my mind
my breath was aligned, my soul cried out
every inch I felt of you left me breathless
your warmth became my addiction
I craved it more and more
I pressed into your hand upon my skin
as it etched it’s loving claim on me
the gentleness that fueled your affection
made my body yearn so deeply
all I seem to do is ache without you
a dull pain permanently resides
between my ribs and on my skin
no medicine or elixir
could ever cure me of this ache
only a touch of your skin upon my own
could wipe away every pain
you do it time and time again
every time I breathe you in
and your every press on my skin
is what cures my every sting
I hold no fear of death when you hold me
all my anxiety is washed away
I only felt the then and there
because I couldn’t get enough of you
and my prayer is for this to be our forever

It was a narrow and dim place
his hand and arm brushed
skin over my skin

familiar and pleasant
as my love's:

how foreign is a foreigner
in an unguarded moment?

How many people could I
be intimate with if...

What differences turn people
into enemies, if it's not a problem
to be loved

by someone you don't know –
as if your eyes were closed

to prejudices, obstacles
and complicated circumstances

that don't stop anyone
who is young and in love

my hand writing isn’t flowing
curving cursive
like a finger teasing down your spine
it’s rough
like the goosebumps
i wish i gave you
i want to decipher the brail on your arms
but i am not bold enough to touch you

I felt a touch from a far,
It was like you were there but you were not.
My mind must have been playing tricks on me.
For one sweet little moment I thought you were there.

I caught a glimpse of a shadow in the corner of my eye,
I turned my head but there is nothing there.
It was like I was being haunted by the ghost of you.

The spark that once built our bridge burnt it down.
As you burned I just turned away,
Even when you begged me to stay.
Now I can’t escape the ghost of you.

Love was supposed to bring us together but it just tore us apart,
I managed to push you and myself away,
Managed to tear you and myself down.
Now that you are gone all I see is the ghost of you.

"It is a great feeling,
to be in touch with you.....
Without you."