Our touch has a memory...deeper
than we know.

Perhaps once you were the
wind. And I...a single
blade of grass -
Left swaying in the wake
of your caress.

Or perhaps I was the
ocean. And you...you were the
shore -
So patient to the rise
and fall of my desire.

We have lived this touch
before.

Perhaps you were a summer storm...passing
briefly in the night.
Perhaps I was the arid ground...pulling
close your every drop.

Or perhaps I was an autumn leaf...left
clinging for a moment longer on
the reaches of your branch.

Perhaps you whispered to me..."let go...let go
we will know this touch again."

And now...we find ourselves
here.

Remembering.