We Touch Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

You woke me
when you withdrew
your hand.
In twilight
of our trance
my heart turned cold
as it received
an urgent call..
a bond had torn
and the significance
of it was still unknown.
We had,
as kindred souls
turned lovers
through the grace
of Camelot,
the God of Destiny,
combined
the workings
and the huge anatomy
of our hearts
into a single drum,
and found,
that space had taken on
a new identity,
there was a need,
coercive of affinity,
to shape,
and to compress
as to allow
the closeness of
a trillion molecules
as they would dance
and frolic
through the valleys
and the hills,
leaving brief shadows
and a lover's kiss.
There was,
in heated nights
the strange illusion
of a changing time,
we would manipulate
and save
those precious moments
when both sap
and dew
combined
to share in thought
and talk,
and thus relive
the pleasure
of
a wondrous memory.
It did expand small space
and modified
brief fragments of sheer bliss
into a solid base
from which we'd draw
at times,
our needy smiles.
Twas Nature's twist
that wove the fabric
of a silver net
which welcomed US,
through new exotic rules
whose tentacles reached out
to practice sweet restraint,
to tie a thousand
welcome knots
that bound our souls
into a pink coccoon
of all the senses
to infinity.
Thank you my LOVE,
we sleep again,
and as we breathe
the glow of harmony
surrounds
our naked skins
until we wake.