Warmth to the thought

Warmth to the thought

Warmth to the thought
Warmth
Yes.... Totally warm and encompassing
When a body touches another
Two people can have quite a bit
That can only exist in their minds...
The distance between now and then
But the slow movement as two find themselves
About to touch for the first time
Now that's a thought to carry to bed with me....
The need and wish for a partner stays the same,
You just don’t fight so hard to have him or her.
You learn that to have a partner is not crucial for surviving.
There is more to living than surviving
Now that is a mouthful right there....
The past making one guard against the touch
To be drawn like a moth to a flame
We guard against a touch that might one day leave...
We are talking of the feeling of the touch becoming
The slow movement toward touch
The eye contact
The thought coming to fruition
The exhilaration...the excitement
The hands reaching out with trembling fear that is overcome
The need
The hunger
That continuously builds till released through the reality of touch
Hands encompassing the face then the lips reaching toward the other
If we waited till we knew they would not leave we would forever wait in vein
In vain.... That’s the way we live for so very long
Then you stop looking for one
You are happy as you can be with yourself
Then the moment exists before the touch
The touch is but the last of the beginning
It must exist in the mind before it can be an action
Effect can't come before cause
Do we seek only those things that support our beliefs?
If so then even if the touch happens it is already destine to hurt us
It’s like a flower when picked
It is already dying because we tore it apart from its source
If the touch is separated from the source of the touch
It withers but can be pressed between two pages
To be opened and savored like the buds of May