Contiguous is this connection meant.
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
With a weaving embracing an intention,
Of our sentiments.
The only absence felt...
Comes when we must condone,
Our separate callings.
You there in creative sacrifice you give.
And I am here receiving...
Your touch that makes my breathing,
Worth the life I live!
Contiguous is this giving between me and you.
To last as we share,
Throughout eternity that keeps us aware...
When that special touch is there,