A stroke of your hand
along my cheek
and my body stands still
its breathing
dependent on yours.
I feel your warmth
not quite touching
and your breath
beginning to blend
with mine as you
reel me in along
the tight line
of your gaze:
for an instant
or eternity
the room beyond
is lost --
my entire self responds
to this wordless pull
reaching out
toward the point where
our lips may meet
and let me draw
a breath of you.

        -acm (5/96)