Another World

Fingers touch,
Brief,
Momentary,
Then away.
And you wait,
Unknowing,
Expecting.
Lips touch
And again
Only fleetingly.
In your darkness
Wondering.
A soft stroke
Over you
Longer,
But o
(Gasping)
So short.
Pulling against bonds,
Suddenly stopped
By intimate ice
Then time
Slows,
Your breathing
Echoing
Skin
Needing.
Sense
All.
The next touch
Beginning the dream.