Your Touch

You touch me
and our spirits fly
through flesh unbound
by space and time

in tenderness or frantic frenzy
gently and then wild and crazy
as magic flows
through veins that used to hold
mere blood

and the space and the place
of our encounter
became a sacred ground
when we worship at the altar
of matter ever altered
by your touch

? Michaelette ?

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