One touch

                       We all have our faces up to the glass, but we pretend we're content with simply looking. Much to our dismay the glass often distorts us, fogged by our warm breath when we talk. And so eventually we must transcend the momentary physical barrier. Eventually we must touch. There is no eloquence in introductions until after you've remembered them. The moment you decide to shatter that barrier you invite a warmth to your body. Both physically you feel the warm breath, but also one must take into account the pulse. It vibrates true and eventually the conversation dances along the ever going beat. And you are sync, just for a moment. Waiting to be disrupted by an outside occurrence. Or perhaps you need to yawn or hiccup. Regardless, for a few seconds understanding is possible because you are connected. For a few seconds writing is possible because you have felt it. And so I wrote it.