There is a familiarity of having been here before.
Might it have been a dreaming or a longing or a wish of my heart
for I have never experienced the tenderness of your touch,
the warmth of your skin, nor the gentle tremor of your heart next to mine.
Mayhap I am lost within the hopefulness of my reverie still.
Yet assuredly it is a sanctuary of such solace,
that of which I have never
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008