Poetry

While in a loving embrace you touch me
between us there is a kind of tranquillity,
while I see the beauty of you kind face,
between our mouths there is little space
in your shining eyes some longing I see,
while in a loving embrace you touch me.
 
While in a loving embrace you touch me
this moment is how life is supposed to be
while almost intimately we stand together
barely touching, barely caressing each other
and from all whims and worries we are free,
while in a loving embrace you touch me.