Touching your arm against mine Isn't a small gesture. It isn't just flesh rubbing flesh. It's not skin on skin. It's our inner maps melting together. It's you letting me in. It's a portal to a reality That only exists between you and me. It is a landscape, where only we can be. Every part of the body Is experiencing the smallest sensation. While the mind is blank and free. In a universe that can only be ours It is all of you. It is all of me.
