The simple things.

One day, just a touch.
All of life in a fingertip brush.
Scared to look into the eyes
of the future, past. Forever.

Differences dance around.
Meanings so profound,
we pushed them,  hid them, under
our fears so raw,
matured by years.

Yet, one small day, a simple thing.
I saw your heart and it did bring,
warming to my cast off soul.
still those eyes elude me.

Could we be lovers, through the night?
Days of rest. Hearts in flight.
Single cells vibrate as one.
Take my hand, lets run!