On Which Life Depends
by Michael Doyle

We play games aimed to please
As we touch and you tease
Showing me your personal spaces
And touching me with your traces

These linger inside my mind
Yours is the touch that I've wanted to find
I am in a sense ruled by the passion
Caused by you and by me...put into action

We stumble through the paces
Pursuing the usual places
Each of us wanting to be closer than we were
Walking through the emotions as a blur

Fearing you might melt me with your heat
Here in these places that we've come to meet
I am getting used to your presence and feelings
All of this sending my heart reeling

It was the summer of our love spent
Never understanding where it went
Sharing our night of dancing and shots
Picking the romances of loves like forget-me-nots

We put to quiet practice our sensuality
Putting aside any sense or use for practicality
As we came together simply to explore
The bonds and limits to pushed through to you and me

Looking through the mirrored reflection
Each touch of ours finding its own connection
The places your body ends and mine begins
Is the everything on which life itself depends

(c) November 25, 2023   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved