Never a word nor a handshake shared
Lest it spoil the paramoric landscape.
Our eyes connect across the room
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
© Velma Velvet and affairsofthemindpoetry, 2018