to share a united moment
something i owe you
but not at this hour
you are the thread that stitched my heart
and held me oh so tight
touch
so simple
yet can be gentle or frightening
and i was a coward
to relay the experience
but you waited patiently
for me to wake up and see
the colours of the morning
as the sun kissed the moon
your touch
so simple
yet precious and pure
gracious-est soul ever found
and for the first time
i took the leap
and brushed your gaze away
with my touch

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad