The Other. Poem by Peter Tallis

The soul desires that which can make it whole. The heart longs for that which appeases the soul.
What tenderness is missed?
Would life be more simple if it were for a gentle greet from a passer by, or a sensuous kiss from the one who's kisses are placed upon anothers lips.
Would a warm embraced not make the world feel more safe, or concerned words offered in times of woe not offer some saving grace.
Were we not designed to walk this life alone, then who would walk beside us guide us home.
A beacon esque light that guides the path, or maybe a horn in the distance alerting you of its closeness suggest both haven and danger.
Should the risk be avoided or eagerly met in a wanton manner. Promiscuity replacing the once sustained fearful dread.

If only companion like company would hold hands and together roam, then both heart and soul of more than one become whole.