Reach Me

Standing so close, skin so near to skin.

Silence all around; you could not drop a pin.

His arm brushes against my own while gentle breezes of spring softly are blown.

 Another gentle touch.

 --Does he feel it too?—

The peace and excitement in the air that captivates all that I do.

The hair on my arms stand tall, as trees in a deep forest-

Never falling over so easy or pausing for a much needed rest.

As the moon brightens the night sky, so he sits near me. .

Perhaps his intentions are greater, because of the simplicity that I do see.

Many men aren’t like this, they do not have the time,

But this one is different and people act like it’s a crime.

I can feel it—I wonder if he can too.. .

He doesn’t want to rush a thing or make a move too soon.

But there it is again—I think he’s getting closer.

I feel the gentle touch more and more, as the midnight air stirs.

The silver of the moon raised in the blackness of above our heads

So do I sink in feeling maybe this is really it. Should I listen to what everyone has said?

My doubt feels unreal and flees as I feel his touch—now that much closer to my hand.

I’ve been dealt a full house and I’m winning as I run my fingers through the sand.

The sun set itself in the horizon over the water hours ago

And now all that I see are the flames dancing in a fiery show.

Then I look up and see his face, features traced by the heat

His deep green eyes look upon me—a look that can’t be beat.

Our eyes are locked now; I tremble in a subdued stillness.

My thoughts cover this moment with great excess.

Butterflies seem to take over what used to be my stomach.

Nothing has happened, yet I’m nervous and a chill rides up my back.

My head goes fleeting as I feel it finally

The touch of three of his fingers, gently stroking me.

Running them gently across my fingers, palm, and hand

Sliding his body across the white and rocky sand.

He locks my fingers in his own, with a grip as though he’d never let it go

And he catches my eyes once more as my eyes raise from looking at my hand below.

A hair blows past my face and he tucks it behind my ear,

So simple yet meaningful I’m sure my head is blurred and unclear.

Everything so peaceful, so silent, all under the midnight sky

My gaze remains on our hands as intertwined they gently lie.

He reached for me finally, with the most respectful touch of all

He reached for my hand in the darkness, as my heart sped up and stalled.

Even with his hand in mine, I know I’ll never fall

He reached me in the dead of night, and he’ll reach me whenever I call.