Touching your arm against mine,
Isn't a small gesture.
It isn't just flesh rubbing flesh.
It's not skin on skin.
It's our inner maps melting together.
It's you letting me in.
It's a portal to a reality
That only exists between you and me.
It is a landscape, where only we can be.
Every part of my body
Experiencing the smallest sensation
The mind is truly free.
In a universe that can only be ours.
It is all of you.
It is all of me.
The Saffy Gallery 