Mystery In-Between / Ela Merom 

Mystery lays in-between 

words 
Not said between us between

Where your body meets mine
Where it does not
Longing 
In that river in those little waves that rush
Into the banks on both sides
In perfect synchronized rhythm as 
A little boat carrying fruit 
Pushes the waters aside
No choice 
As the water splits apart 

Separating
separate-in 

pulsing beat towards the river banks
Making the sound of skin to skin
Looking for a split second (if someone were to take a still photo) 

like desire itself
Pulsating 
Because desire has that inner pulse
if you listen carefully
It is there 
Rushing through 
The inner most of your soul 
Manifesting on tingling skin
On edge
Waiting to connect to pulsate
Into another
Not really other