I find a measure of bliss
leaning in here,
a finger-tipped caress there,
that I might chance seeing anew.
Searching until that moment
we both find ourselves
in the face, the soul, the beauty
of the other.
I find a measure of bliss
leaning in here,
a finger-tipped caress there,
that I might chance seeing anew.
Searching until that moment
we both find ourselves
in the face, the soul, the beauty
of the other.