How she longs to feel his body next to
Hers once again, to be pulled so
Close to him that they become one
And she can feel his skin breathing
On hers, his heartbeat pulsing through
The tips of his fingers as they bathe in
Pools of morning dew created by a storm
Of passion, so intense, so ferocious, that
The very essence of the planet permeates
Their souls as their spirits entwine and become
One, creating seismic eruptions as universes are
Torn asunder creating a heavenly performance
Of dancing stars that follow the rhythmic beat of
Two hearts hammering out a message of
Longing to be near each other, to hear each other,
Smell each other, taste each other
Just one more time
The Autistic FellRunner 