SMALLEST OF TOUCHES THAT MOVE US IN BIGGEST OF WAYS

In the end, it's the smallest of touches that move us in the biggest of ways; like an earthquake to the heart in the silent darkness at the close of our days.

It's the slow reach of a tired foot across the empty spaces between us; the pull like leaves to the light.

The shock of electricity and the stolen breath when you fall asleep touching me in the night.

In the end, it's the shared heat of unspoken moments, the grace of skin on skin, the audible beat of your heart; like bass drums that fill with sound the emptiness we hide ourselves in.

It's the desperate search for fingerprints you left behind on my flesh the echos of your fingers.

The frantic attempt to bathe in you because we both know that it's scent alone that lingers.

In the end, it's the glances and the grazes that change us in ways only we can see; the eyes that lock across crowded rooms the wordless sighs that stop the shaking and calm our stormy seas.

The roll of eyes and the inhale because it's the smallest of touches that move us in the biggest of ways.