Reunion
Reunion
I have not seen her
for a very long time.
Reaching
I ask if I may touch her.
She nods yes.
With my eyes closed
i put my palms near her cheeks,
only lightly touching.
I feel electrified.
I move my hands back,
my thumbs grazing her cheekbones
and i gather her hair and lift it
behind her.
I place a hand on the back of her neck
and lightly massage.
She breathes deeply,
and stretches tall.
She moves her head
back and forth
then up and down,
then draws circles in the air
with her nose.
I let her hair fall over my hand
and pull her to me
by the small of her back.
We lean into each other -
even our knees touch.
I inhale and get dizzy
remembering the way we smell.
I whisper in her ear,
"I want to be touching you
the entire tine you are here."
She takes my hand
and we walk.
Deborah Bolle © 2007
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