Touch

Touch...
The grasp of truth--
The calling of fate.
When you touch me..
Is it too late?

In the wind..
Kisses are blown
Destiny must receive
What's already known.

Your lips..
So big; so red;
So full of life--
But sleeping in bed
All of the night.

Love:
That's when you hold me
And I fall for you..
Into you
But never through you.

Patiently..
I plant the seeds to bloom
As you hold my hand
Beneath the moon.

Touch...
The gentle kiss--
Truth be told:
Its you I miss.