No Words

Never a word nor a handshake shared
Lest it spoil the paramoric landscape.
Our eyes connect across the room
Everyday.

When I’m home I close them
And see you clearly,
Smell your aromatic skin.
My hand becomes yours
Guiding me to paradise.

Never a word or handshake shared
A perfect fantasy.
Immaculate passion unmarred by contact
Everyday.

 

 

© Velma Velvet and affairsofthemindpoetry, 2018

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