Sense

I can sense you.

Your hands search for me in everything you touch.

No hill, valley, or peak feels like the ones you long for.

You enter into foreign land that satisfies you for a while

Only to end up with cravings of waterfalls you used to call home.

The fragrant flowers found in your attempts to be distracted

always remind you of the garden you gave up long ago.

The tips of your fingers feed your eyes endless pixels

that will never add up to even one living cell that resides in my temple.

Every once in a while, your eyes will find their gaze upon me

and you stare, checking up, my protector still from a distance,

ready to swoop in at any sign of need to regain your ground.

Until you study too long and the territory turns into desert

causing your tongue to fill with thoughts of my oasis,

thirsty for the comfort in my lips calling your name.

For this spring wishes to quench your dreaming desires.

The slow breeze of pleasure grazing your skin invades your thoughts,

rapidly strengthening the storm with every push and pull until your walls rupture,

falling back down to truth.

Our connection lives on in another realm that reality does not touch,

where words on a page can mean everything, or nothing at all.

I can sense you.

Can you sense me?