Touch.

she lays there not flinching
gazing into the white above
seeing through the boundaries
blue eyes brightening with every star shine

i look upon thy subtle movements
every inch to a whole
in every inch some space to mould
your fingers beckoning my sense of touch

slow breaths to taste my smell
her hair flowing down amidst crystal water
invoking envy, sides of the luscious silk
privileged to savour her material skin

i frown at your simple innocence
is the world only found within this?
does the world only revolve in this?
does eternity call for me so quickly?

she looks up and rests her eyes upon me
she studies me intently, and exhales her apprehension
from her embracing realm she brings to light
petals of white and petals of colour

i admit to its glowing resonance
i submit to her graceful acceptance of me.

the piano plays a beautiful sound
but be deceived not,
beautiful, is she, whose touch is gentle