i should be packing

In the end it’s the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest of ways like an earthquake to the heart
in the silent darkness at the close of our days.
It’s the slow reach of a tired foot across the empty spaces between us,
the pull like leaves to light.The shock of electricity and the stolen
breath when you fall asleep touching me in the night.
In the end 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.The frantic attempt to bathe in you
because we both know that it’s scent alone that lingers.
In the end it’s the glances and the grazes that change us
in ways only we can see the eyes that lock across crowded rooms
the wordless sighs that stop the shaking and calm our stormy seas.
It’s the single kiss on a surprised neck and the pulse of life under lips
the goosebumps that always stay. The roll of eyes and the inhale
because it’s the smallest of touches that move us in the biggest way.