Another kind of touch

You are playing with your fingers in my messed up hair after our last game...Than, you close my eyes, and somehow manage to get inside my soul....and there, you spend hours trying to rebuilt it, to make it whole again, to make it alive again, find out which are the missing pieces and replace them...
You take my arms and put them around your neck, making me hold you so tight that at some point we merge, and we just become one, learning to breath in the same time, learning...how to learn again...
You are creating Worlds for me and with another kind of touch, you make me scream from the top of the World "I AM HAPPY, MY LOVE!!!!!!". Again, there is no limit, not even the sky holding me whenever I might loose my equilibrium...
Janice Joplin....I still smell like you...Cigarettes...Your look that tells me more than one thousand words...A better you every time we meet...
With another kind of touch, you will manage to redo the puzzle and to see it shine colors that you've never seen in your life.
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I linger in bed, next to you...Today I woke up again with my head on your chest...There is just a thin arrow of light passing through one corner to another ...Around the room, proofs of the last night "representation"...I watch you for some minutes...counting your breaths...listening...just the rhythmic beat of your heart. Now, I can feel the peace that you are giving me...now I know why I am missing you some times...It's all because of another kind of touch...