The Infinite Touch of Touch

My beloved,
Through the cracks of mechanical time,
will there be a moment to glimpse the sky?
Think of it—beyond a trillion galaxies,
in some other planet's solitary evening—
I am thinking only of you.

I want to run to you.
A small room, you lying in my lap,
deep darkness beyond the window,
I run my fingers slowly through your hair.
No light, only the pulse of breathing.
Running my hand through your beard, I whispered—
"Do you know me?"

Then slowly
I rested my bare body against your chest.
You closed your eyes...
My heartbeat on your chest,
all my joy merged into your bloodstream.
In that moment, I felt—I am yours.
The way that hand, those lips are yours,
so too am I only yours.

You held me deeper.
Your lips on my lips,
my arms bound in your arms,
you filled my emptiness.

The universe stopped then,
silence broke into the primal music of union,
earth's most sublime song.

You within my depths,
at the edge of a dark womb
the surge of your nectar.

Yet,
we are from the same galaxy,
raised under the same starlight,
two lives living on the same planet—
still I cannot touch you, not for any exchange!

Days of heartache hang
like long black clouds in the sky...