Just one touch…

Can change your mind,

At first sight the path blind,

That gifts visible signs

One we can slightly touch or breathe,

So many plead and like an addict the need

That one touch…

Incapacitated, so long to have waited

A connection of Laughter, their love sequestered

Yet every day the memoirs gated with hatred

Freedom never to be tested or hearts embedded

Oh how much is needed

That one touch…

She rather not risk the “no” that can touch her ears
But dreaming every night about the “yes” that can caress her heart with sweet drips of nectar
He rather hold open the door from yesterday’s unsettling news,
Letting the wind blow in doubt or shade of what he witnessed when he held her in his arms.
And she close the blinds to tomorrow’s maybe…
Redundant nights of trying to read or see the stars
Settling for mere sparks, she had been the only one to reach his heart…

A Geminis’ … stubborn love