Dormant life waits
for a touch
to soothe then burn.
 
The miles melt between us.
 
Shared words
lined with sunshine,
are stored for a dark day.
 
I take them out
ever so slowly
to taste, banish
the humdrum,
 
of a life left over
after all have had
their piece and more.
 
So the miles melt,
I can almost touch you
feel your breath
on my neck.
 
So close,
I blush.