We touched

For the briefest of moments

Yet,

Long enough to know

That more is required,

And soon

Patience maybe required.

Yet anticipation

Demands

Another touch.

I may glimpse your shadow

Or,

Dwell in a place that you have been.

Your scent,

Forever etched

Deep within, a precious memory.

There you are again

You are with company,

And yet

Our hands touch

We linger,

Longer than needed

Something conveyed

Without words,

A whisper of the soul,

Not only seen,

But felt.

We may be;

Plagued with the fog of life;

Time zones;

An ocean that separates;

Yet somehow, distance

Is insignificant.

Greater than all

Is the need to hold

To cherish

To ravage

To plunder

In the darkness

Where confidence

Is sometimes spurned.

The need to know,

For confidence to grow

That she too,

Wants to walk

Sojourners together

Ships that pass in the night

Learning to linger

To savor each morsel of time

On the palette of life