Two points meet, stretch to touch,
but cannot mount enough strenghth to reach.
They have travelled far and long
anticipating, waiting, hoping
that even a finger will reach the other.
Longing to embrace; warm blood below the skin
to flood each body and end
at the finger tip.
Eyes meet full of greed for the other,
eager to be one with the other-
muscles tense stretching to their limit,
although no limit for their love, no limit
for their thoughts – to be one.
They have come so far and
not even a finger can touch.
Inside Le Louvre downstairsTata Nanje
Le Louvre Des Antiquairies
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