In the end
it's the smallest
of touches that move us
in the biggest ways.

It's the shared heat of unspoken moments,
the grace of skin on skin,
the audible beat of your heart,
like bass drums that fill with sound,
the emptiness we hide ourselves in.

It's the desperate search for fingerprints
you left behind on my flesh,
the echoes of your fingers.

It's the single kiss on a surprised neck
and the pulse of life under lips,
the goosebumps that always stay.

The sparkle in your eye,
the warmth of your skin and your breath
on my neck and the strength of your stare
those blue eyes so fair.

It's the roll of those eyes and the inhale,
because it's the smallest of touches that
move us in the biggest way.
                                                                       Jon York   2019