The Touch

His hand caressing my face as the eyes roll down

Striking the depth of my words.

Oh lover,

How much time have I waited?

To find you again.

Powerfully pressing my waist against your chest

I lift my hand as the light in the room dims

And I grab the wooden board of the bed

With desperate gestures.

I pound at the bottom of my being

While I await for you next touch.

Within the chests the fire explodes

Trespassing millions of years

Of sorrows and dismissals.

I sink into the warmth

Of your arms.

Oh lover,

Do not let go

And let’s together use our powers

To stop this moment.

With a single click

I photograph the image of our bodies intertwined

For eternity.