Be it said that face to face certainly mesmerizes these eyes. Wondering now: Will space to space lead to metempsychosis if one of us dies?
Even with your hand verecund and my hand shy, this nest of nearness is connecting souls where they lie.
There will be times to lip and skip like a pair of blooters in love. But, for now, happy-peace feels here, where we are—to each other—both above and aglove. : )