And sparks give off
Her skin alive and warm
Like a naked promise
I had forgotten
My hand seeking that touch
Skin on skin
And the pulse within
Dialogue between bodies
Fitting together
Like shapes in a puzzle
We fit here... and here
Made for each other
Like points on a circuit board
Or maybe I'm mixing my metaphors
Lets just caress again
And feel that vital charge
In our weak and seeking souls
© shaun patrick green 2012
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