Twenty four weeks
Ago I called us
Virtual strangers
Teasing fantasy
Unwilling to
Metamorphose
Into reality
Convinced,
Unassailable
Imagination
Would prevent
Rational
Insanity yet,
Twenty four hours
Ago you became
Flesh and odours
Rippling softly
Within, inviting
Me to gaze
Deep into you listen
To your waves
To mine attuned.
Piano fingers
Leaving me untouched
Chords craving
To be played,
Though I shiver under
The warm approach
Of your exhale.
[Featured painting: The heart inhabited by Lorraine Christie]