My heart still pricks me with a silver pin
When suddenly I see that it is you
Whose face I’ve singled out
Amidst a swirl of faces in a crowded mall.
My soul still lifts with wonder
When I wake and feel you near me,
Breathing exquisitely in our darkened room.
My arms still thrill with pleasure
When you fold yourself within them
And the world shrinks down to only you and me.
My life is dumb as gravel if the night comes on
And fingers have not touched your face
Nor eyes have touched your eyes,
Nor ears have heard your sound.
But earth holds hope and laughter
As long as it holds you.
