Touch

Lightly I trace my fingers Lightly Along the glass That my lips have touched With the same lightness I trace you On the same lips I taste you My nature is gentle And still And in that stillness Your taste lingers Roughly You grind Roughly Into my world To the music You come and go And in that music I feel you Your nature burns With friction And in that movement We dance our dance We succumb to the gentle We succumb to the rough We succumb to the music We succumb to the fire We succumb to the night We succumb We blur And are one You and me Rough and gentle