Touched

I move around. My skin felt, heart held.

A simple touch of a smile. The fragrance in the sparkle of your eyes. We met. We truly met in those seconds. So tenderly held by you for years yet we just met. Just met to let it all out. I was there. I am here. Simply to dive into your oneness of warmth. The soft felt sense of belonging. Never known before for always held by you. We had met some where else. If not in this space. Some other space where physically nothing exist. Was it a dream or reality. That is for the memory of my soul to decide. My soul my friend knows you. Cause only by knowing you it knows through. The felt bodily experience of the held. This smile was not just an action. It was the breaking down of our borders. It let us all smoothly melt. Nothing remained as ours. What remained was the knowing of us. And thats what we are arent we. The travelers of time and space without even knowing where they were born from. I am here alive in this shape. What about the colours we spread everywhere? Some colours of action and all the other colours of silence? Silence so sweet that it sets a rhythm in being. Not none by your eye. Not touched by my hand. Yet so peacefully accepted as our own. We were never born to meet one another. We lived to be one another. That is why i did not have to smile to you. Your smile acknowledged the knowing of our belonging and the smile came to me. In those moments of transaction. I let go of the physical stress of me. Cause when your eyes met mine. We were nothing but explorers of ones wanderings. So i took a deep breath. Made you completely mine. And smiled never before. And all that settled was our findings of one another.