It is a distant longing
That is too sacred for words
Too fragile to acknowledge
Too holy to describe
So one frowns
When it is displayed openly
One shivers
When it is told freely
One hurts
When it is broken off
Completely
Where fingers intertwine
Hearts sigh as one
Eyelids flutter together
And dreams beat one and the same drum
Words dry up
Sound is abomination
Tell tale, blasphemy