This kiss
taking flight from my palm
on a coffee-stained gust
weaving through traffic
over time-filled heads of strangers
resting upon the wings of birds
slipping through your keyhole
reaches your cheek, undetected
Saturated with hope

This whisper
its three common syllables
being born in my lungs
taking shape on my lips
travelling through circuits
switchboards and satellites
pausing in space, then back to wires
dies in your ear, reverberates
Saturated with truth

This caress
radiating from fingers to yours
dodging your cells
riding your nerves in waves
leaping on an impulse
bridging the synapse
taking chemical form
crashes into your brain, registers
Saturated with meaning

This soul
hiding behind pools of twilight
its unattainable infinity
privately permeating finite flesh
residing unknowable
in unspecified particles
enigmatically expanding three-sixty degrees
encounters its counterpart, completed
Saturated with -- You