My breath matched your breath..

my breath, matched your breath

as we collided

as we glided

as we began~

Imaging two skaters on ice now

the visuals cascade~

the first images

the first feelings

the very first tinglings :-)

ooops, and there goes the breath~

and beyond..

and the time-line goes untold

as we echo

with our eyes

and the ears, that do not hear,

but translate

sound from sight.

And the desire is pulled tight!

tight as a chord that will not stretch anymore

and if it should break

I think I would cry