10 October 2013
Your hand on the small of my back
pulled me into your embrace.
A good-bye hug between friends.
"Good seeing you again," you said.
Your body pressed fully against mine.
It learned my secrets; traced my valleys.
A veil of modesty;
Layers of material pressed vapor thin kept us divided.
...never before so aware of how thin.
An eternity passed in seconds,
encompassed in your arms; you in mine.
This must be what home feels like.
Was it just me?
Or, did you feel our connection
when we parted