We Touch

You woke me when you withdrew your hand. In twilight of our trance my heart turned cold as it received an urgent call.. a bond had torn and the significance of it was still unknown. We had, as kindred souls turned lovers through the grace of Camelot, the God of Destiny, combined the workings and the huge anatomy of our hearts into a single drum, and found, that space had taken on a new identity, there was a need, coercive of affinity, to shape, and to compress as to allow the closeness of a trillion molecules as they would dance and frolic through the valleys and the hills, leaving brief shadows and a lover's kiss. There was, in heated nights the strange illusion of a changing time, we would manipulate and save those precious moments when both sap and dew combined to share in thought and talk, and thus relive the pleasure of a wondrous memory. It did expand small space and modified brief fragments of sheer bliss into a solid base from which we'd draw at times, our needy smiles. Twas Nature's twist that wove the fabric of a silver net which welcomed US, through new exotic rules whose tentacles reached out to practice sweet restraint, to tie a thousand welcome knots that bound our souls into a pink coccoon of all the senses to infinity. Thank you my LOVE, we sleep again, and as we breathe the glow of harmony surrounds our naked skins until we wake.