Poem 106: The Places of Touching

the places of touching
are the parts of us that bend forever
toward the light of knowing
what we are to each other
and always will be in all ways
being and touching even when apart
for you never were alone love
even when the oneness and the tiredness
of the too long lost company talking
closed your eyes, I would smilingly
open them with a touching of sight
giving distance and escape
for you only, a flight of looking
to the bright fields of starlight beyond
your eyes, my grounds for walking away
with you and the romantic seed
which in true life and line is no more
than a whispered dream of knights forlorn
and nights that were torn from ventures
that have no form or reference
to find themselves real to each other

as we were
when the gentle weight and balance
of you, softly full, resting warm on me
gave being to reality as a feeling
I would take to the grave and back
to the places of touching
that will bring us forever to the light
of loving this day, just as we are.