Touch


Beyond space
   and time,
Beyond this reality
   and the next.
Beyond this place,
   this scent,
there is touch.

The touch
   of your breath
as those sweet words
   are whispered against my skin.

The touch of your eyes,
   caressing all they survey.
The touch of your hands,
   your mouth.
Of your soul reaching
   out to find mine
straining for contact.

In this moment there is only THIS.

There is only you...


Copyright © 2005, Kim Campbell