july 13th, 2007

last night,

my fingertips laden with longing,

lingering and listening

wistfully wishing

memory glistening

of that magic first

that spark that ignited

pure and undeniable

as though reunited

true and unending

as though invincible

as though unquestionable

and truthfully? rather so...

my fingers sense all this

and the emptiness

of my bed

and my sides

to be next to you

is to be love.