Two handed touch.

Two hands touch.
One perfect touch.
One perfect fit.
Time gathers.
And throws itself at us.
Matter not.
We will not forget.
We will never know.
Morning comes.
I won't let go.
You're mine now.
Forever, or just here?
I cry of thoughts.
Of letting lose already.
I fly on pink clouds.
And fall.
Damn unsteady.
I see hearts and catch them.
So soon I feel you.
Feel you in my stomach.
In my head and in my heart.
My dear boy.
I'll be there when you fall.
I'll help you catch the hearts.
And kiss your cheek as I do, my love.