The Magic Touch

Hands Touch,
Electricity flows, a spark
As fingers and hearts entwine.
Worlds collide
creating brave new feelings
from those once locked inside.

To feel a warmth,
Lost for so long,
Rekindled.
Bringing hope to a life forlorn.
Breathless, words fail,
Or refuse to be spoken
For fear of shattering
This moment, of which dreams are made.

The moment is fleeting.
Silence matters not,
Broken by the sound of our breath alone.