Touch of Awe

To stand so near
and in sweet expectancy
to breathe each other's breath

touching with that sense beyond the flesh
that draws and holds
these forms so close together

to touch again
this time as gently
as the dew upon the petal of the rose
in infinite awe of its delicate divinity

to know the feel
of your lips upon mine
when in form our lips
have not yet met

One touch
beyond touch
beyond time

? Michaelette ?

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