When I touch you
It is like my hand is joined
To your body
Like you and I have been made
From the same soft
And sweet smelling wood.
When I touch you
I imagine the rippling
Of time, moving
Us toward one another
But, at the pace of a
Shrinking star.
Possibility
And impossibility,
Like green summers
And grey winters,
Dance together
Inside me
When I touch you.