Make it happen

The touch of my fingertips against yours. And the life force of us joins at the synapse. Making a river of it. That flows through the mountains, towards the light, towards nothingness and all that is beyond.  The touch that sends vibrations and tremors to the core. The look that brings about ripples in the air between us. The changing distance that causes the fluctuations in my body mass. And the connect of the soul. The vibes that reach me from beyond. The warmth of your being calms my inner turmoil and slackens my pulse. I go limb. I relax. The smile that begins inside of me and its last dot, the final coordinate is somewhere close to your center. For it to be whole. Complete.  The in-decipherable melody that haunts me with its notes will find words in your eyes. Your laugh in my breath, my prayer on your dreams, the aches of your body on my forehead and the wrinkles of my soul in the lines of your palms. And then, there is that. The sixth sense that nags at me incessantly; do something, anything; it says. Make a connection. Reach out. Make the connection in the real world.