The Meaning in Your Skin

Love is blinding; we read lover's skin.
Heat, touch, sensing somehow within
Wordless words, song less tunes
Sung in sighs, writ in scrambled runes.
Our nightly ritual play
In whatever fashion we may.
Later, those moments lost,
Our fingers count up the most
Of the instants a pulse grew stronger,
The connection held longer
And lightning flashed along our skin
Electrofying the selves within.