Kiss.

Nothing is desired
beyond the strong clasp and soft leaving;
Only the in-between 
Do I learn your fondness for voyage.

Deep into the wave wall
A broken waltz is my foray
The swiftness passionate 
And imperfectness endearing.

Nothing matters 
Beyond the hold,
Close at which
Nothing is desired.

Let loose. The silk between fingers
Baked into silver light
escaping, 
nothing matters 
When the dream ends.