Fabric

The desire of
a touch -
is to simply lose
itself

in the fabric of your skin.

I brush your cheek,

And
fall

Lost within a touch.

 ~
It's holy contact - a moment so steeped in the
 silent language of love that it may only be
expressed in a touch or gesture
Such moments are rare...yet not because they                            
 come so seldom - but that they are forgotten so
quickly and again we caught in the
ordinary world.

Magic is fleeting only for those who forget. It's a new day...a new moment...remember.