Touch

there is a soft dizziness
that impregnates my joints
with humour

this makes my knees laugh
which, in return makes my feet dance
with lightness

there is a subtle tingling
that tickles my heart
with yearning

this makes my ribcage expand
which, in return fills my chest
with love

there is a silent storm
that steers my hands
with grit

this makes my fingers quiver
which, in return makes your fingers merge
with mine