What is, but isn’t.
What is there, but isn’t there?
Hands on my face, pulling me near
I long for his kiss that touches my skin,
But never comes near my body.
His voice I hear in the darkness
Whispering words in the night,
but never speaking. What is, but isn’t.
What touches, but never touches.
What speaks, but never says a word.
Drums pounding, chanting
soaring through the trees.
Fire crackling, dancers dancing.
She takes his hand, and guides him in.
What is…but isn’t.