My darling, it is in our touch— <br />In our softest joy. Our fingers gracefully <br />Lace into the textures of love <br />Our flowering muse in speech; <br />All colors of berries and stars. <br />It is in our prayer with summer lips <br />That which tears apart the seams <br />Of fate- and one lilting star <br />Brightens our hair—falling <br />Slowly between our embrace.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-touch/
