TO BE, OR NOT TO BE

Touches….skin deep
A grazing of your fingertips
Like a barely there whisper
Lingering
As if asking permission
“Can I touch you there
Soul deep?
And in those hidden places
Where your heart is?”

I can smell the aroma
Of fresh brewed coffee
And the fast falling dusk
Like a veil between us
Tempting
Begging to be swept aside…
The goose bumps are still fresh
Along my arms
Where your nails traced a path
Ever so gently
Tantalizingly

Promises....Promises....
My soul, my heart
They're still watching
The night change shades
The wandering shadows, lost
Among the shooting stars
The coffee growing cold.... 

MS