5.

1. To see you walking in near dark, in that short distance between your house and the highway, hearing your footfalls along with the wind coming in from the fields in a cool singsong whisper; you, under the light of a billion stars and the light from the lampposts.

2. To hear you talk when I am not one you're talking to but know that I'm listening; a welcome intruder, an aural voyeur and you smile at me invisibly, I smile in return, sharing secrets in our minds and conversing in hushed silences and breaths.

3.To taste you, in a surprising return to memories of some distant summer and those lulls during rainshowers that we watched fall in watery clamor.

4. To smell your hair during the late afternoon when we are resting and just watching the grass grow shadows and as the skies go psychedelic with indigo and crimson fading into pink, this is when the scent of your shampoo is almost a memory and you are everywhere inside me as I inhale and watch you, tired and longing for something else beyond tiredness, as your grin suggests and you embrace my upper arm as if for balance.

5. To feel your touch again, your fingers trailing secret silent paths across my face and down to my neck then I also make my own spontaneous map with my fingers on your face and arms as we become cartographers of our bodies and deem ourselves rediscovered and found again.