and all the other here afters; for all are an
aftershock, a stunned embrace emotion to
a trauma, that stuns us into a overwhelming silence, when words fail, for they are but a tool, not always handy…in fact, sometimes the hands, their warmth, the slow squeeze of supportive strength, is the most
uncommon elegance
humans ever devised

After all, when all  is said,
that shard of a touching outstanding
will

survive longest in the tracks
and crevices of
our fingerling cells, handy
and purposed for those flawed deposits

that are always kept best within
our safest harbors of valued,
touches,
ready to be recalled
and better yet, perfected, when

*shared

the urge to reach out,
to gaze into your eyes

overcoming barriers, only you and i fought.
just to be in one another's soothing embrace,

the emerald green capturing me,
forevermore.

stay by my side, as i stand by yours,
in love, once more.

Are those green hopes?
Can’t we all hear their whispers love?

Calling without sounds,
Dancing without moves

Palms and fingers touch with heartily sun-sprays.

Together, we all grow,
an emerged labour fun
Where commence to our very first earthly love touch.

Quick hands and light fingers,
trace the dips in my collar bone
and skip stones down my spine.
Touches burned into my skin,
like the scars left on my heart
and on my wrists.

You touched my soul
And heart like how
The sun touches the earth
In the morning and made
My world bright
For that i love you
Light of my life

Your kisses are like colors to the blind,
Your touch like an aria for the mute,
As elusive as passion to the mind,
As beyond the grasp as an absolute.

Your kisses like a full moon in the day,
Your touch is like a rainbow’s harmony,
Like language that the angels use to pray,
Or the dreams that wide open eyes can see.

Your kisses are like clouds held in a palm,
Your touch like a silent cacophony,
Embracing the ferociousness of calm,
Embracing the constraints of being free.

Your perfect kisses defy description.
Your touch is a sublime contradiction.