Touch

Walking away, in silent footsteps,
She looked back and smiled, to melt his heart
He ran towards her, through forest thickets
Over gnawing thorns, that set them apart

Her hair flew as she glided away,
Leaving a trail of love and smile,
He breathed it in, with arms open wide,
For it had been long, since he had felt so alive

He took her in his arms, and looked into her eyes
He saw her thoughts, her laughs, her cries
Yes, they had met after 180 days of winter
And now they were united, under the beckoning skies

The rush of blood, the touch of skin,
The sound of breath, the taste of him
The smell of lust did bring them near,
Their hearts rejoiced, in silent song,
With unsaid words, and that unshed tear