8/15/2017
I hold my breath, waiting for you.
On the horizon, I see your shadow
moving steadily closer,
until I can make out the green in your eyes.
I hold my breath as you step near
and with you here,
my breath escapes me,
dreaming of your touch.
I hold my breath as your hand reaches out:
soft, delicate fingers caress my blushed cheek.
My stomach tightens
trying to hold onto the sensual feeling.
I hold my breath as you pull away.
I fear this will be the last time we touch
as your shadow fades
back over the horizon.