Every Time

Realization and wonder over a newly discovered awareness of something more.

It took a hundred miles,
But we counted only a few feet.
The moment worth a thousand words,
Although we needed only a few.
We come closer and closer now,
the breeze pushing us together.
A trace, a hint, nothing more.
We're face to face,
I take your hand,
I pull you in close,
I place your hand on my chest,
To witness the tempest within.
A smile, a shiver, a whispered thought,
'This is what I feel every time you are near'.
I pull you in closer,
The smell of your hair, a discovery,
The touch of your lips, a fantasy.
The taste of your life, a reality.
The feel of your body, a pleasure.
The sight of your thoughts, all I need.
Somewhere, there's a voice, a plea, a whisper,
Holding on for dear life with the tips of my fingers,
In a grip that's stronger than steel or chains.
Perhaps not always,
But for here, for now,
It's this way, this time.