Sweaty Palms

How rare is it to feel

To feel the warm embrace of another

To feel the mist on your face under the tempestuous sky

To feel the water glide over your arid skin

How rare is it to see

To see the beauty in another's eyes

To see the undulations in every wave

To see the interchangeable colors of the heavens

How rare, most of all, to meet a soul that feels and sees the world like you

A person who feels the fieriness of your skin and calls it home

A person who sees the otherworldly beauty in your eyes

A person who calls out your name in elation to enjoy the fading skies of a midsummer afternoon

A person who is with every cell in their body, mesmerizing like every touch every sight that you see