In retrospect

With just one touch I have stolen your heart beat, it moves under the bones of your wrist. I feel the soft art of your hands on my skin, and watch the slim turquoise veins tremble under your arm. A small pulse next to my thumb, tingles, as I count the beats in my mind. Close, your perfect limbs stretch themselves out over my skin with graceful intent. Watch how your fine hair runs through my fingers, sieved. You have touched my soul. A soft ounce of your breath lies in my cupped palm and you are balancing the perfect weight of your head on my numb arm. This starless moon means I cannot sleep, even now.