Uhm ...

Your hand
brushes my hair
and little bells
jump
in the air startling
me so that I
cling to you for fear of
falling up into the sky.
The touch of
your fingers
grazing mine
delicate as
a single drop of wine
in a crystal goblet.
Rolling it round,
I savor it
on my tongue,
try to
make it last
forever.

The words
I
Love
You
form
in the air
and melt.

Your palm
against
my cheek,
light as
a snowflake.