Touch

A word well-placed,
Your gaze with flame,
Sweetness outpoured,
My lap is your resting place.
A finger tipped to my leg,
Your pinky hooked with mine,
Our bodies one.
A palm as we pass,
Slight or passionate, 
Even the public display is a private language we speak. 
Friendship renewed,
Through text or incarnate, 
Touch is love and love is touch.
Your dinner date legs pressed against my knee,
Your head nestled on my chest,
Arms wrapped and embracing something beyond love.
Lips in their own dance,
Laughter-soaked air,
Humble prayer at meal or close of day. 
Each one a touch, 
Each touch a paint stroke,
This love's landscape unmatched, 
Brought to life,
Given colorful life,
Touch by touch.