Between a man and woman. “Old man writing a letter”..Salomon Koninck. Between a man and woman. What can be the measure true, That moment when we wake, me and you? What shall we say, what mood should start the day? When really.. It’s that tender touch, not feeling, The first flush of warmth to fingertips tingling, It’s a tender look, not seeing, In the first light of morn the moon fleeing, The greet at the start of the day, No words need we say, turn not your eyes away, All that is needed to be done as first action.. Is an embrace that invites..”you may stay”. How long will that be, my lover? An hour..a month..or just this day? But in truth we have lived together, These many years.. whilst far apart, Together in spirit, together in heart, Distance and duty cannot divide, What desire and intuition confide, So while we may never touch, skin to skin, There will be no rest...