When two meet the feeling
hers upon my own
my own being felt by her
fingertips pull away hair
skin upon skin
bare
in the moment
arms meant to hold
a hand may cradle each other in gentle
skin upon skin
raise ourselves to find each other
eyes
rest again
I can feel your love
our compassion
I will hold you close
skin upon skin
through every storm.
©️Scott F Savage 2020
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