The essence of skin is touch
as the purpose of tongues, taste
the voice of our reason, thought
Yet to taste your skin evades reason,
and I am lost in thoughts of your touch.
Our dance has expanded, hands interlocked
fields carried us to vistas, mountains
turned oceans, dipped valleys
hugged curves and, heavens forgive us,
we take flight in endless skies
The dream of purpose is to make real
the purpose of vision, to see beyond
and the gift of second sight, patience.
Yet, as you say, I am patiently impatient;
with careful acceptance, my gift of vision…
I make real my purpose, and touch our gifts of flight.
الشفاء قد لا تأتي بسرعة، ولكن سوف يأتي
Healing may not come quickly, but it will come(via elauxe)