Feeling your hand clasped in mine as we get lost on city trails
Breathing on your neck as we curl up to watch a movie
Heart touching heart as we sit across from each other in serious conversation
Kissing your top lip under a full moon
Brushing back your hair and wiping away your tears
Laying beside you with my hand on your left hip bone
Waking up wanting to be absolutely no place else.
Touch. I do not want to live without you.
Mark Andrew Nouwen