We Felt

I felt you on a Monday morning reaching out, between the veil that displaces our present confines of time, call it miles call it geography yet, your touch was real upon my skin, and I knew It was a Saturday night and I was home, alone alone with thoughts of you. your voice inside my head reminding me taunting me driving me towards the edge, and in a moment a flash. you were here right beside... we drifted towards ecstasy's door closer andfaster with each excited cry, as the harvest moon smiled above