The Whisp O'Wind

As I sit here silently.....
and imagine your touch
Your hands felt like velvet sheets
Even the faintest brush.

The power within them
was bewildering.
With a single whim,
I'm transported back to thee.

Not sure if authenticity
was even involved.
Held me so gracefully
imagination desolves.

If I just close my eyes
and reminisce
I realize
I conjure up your kiss.

My mind can go there now
back to that place.
Your eyes, your lips, your brow
The love in your face.

But now I sit alone,
and I soon understand.
The thoughts are simply gone
And I can't feel your hands.