Friday, September 12, 2014

Touched by you


Your skin touched mine when you passed me in the much to narrow kitchen that we have
and that was precisely where it needed to be.
A little feverish maybe but known to me.
And I know the smell of your touch.
It's ingraved in mine like an invisable tattou.
And when I'm lonely, sad or afraid
all I have to do is to close my eyes and take in the scent you left for me
all over my body.

Your hair touched my face when you turned in bed last night
and it brought beautiful dreams to me.
Of passed days, certainly but of a sparkling futur too, for you and me.
And we live them bravely and to the fullest.
So if you pass me and I try to touch or smell your hair
it's because I need a dream to come true.

Your smile touched me eyes. Every single one did and now my irises are projecting them in my brain.
A remedy for pain.
A reason not to go insaine.
A walk down memory lane.
Smile and save me
Cry and I will save you.

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