This little parting gift

Thought you wanted just a handshake
that fickle formality of us mere mortals
forgot your apt name "goddess of god"
and your disdain of all things frivoulous

How was I to know, my dear
you were about to, again, my heart sear
for but ten seconds or so, apparently, it was
by intense emotion disguised as silent touch

unmindfull of consequences
your this little parting gift
very unlike your current nature
you must have remembered my lecture

"True gift's that which the receiver enjoys"
so went I that day, talking of something else
how thankfull am I for my bluster that day
unknwn to you, it must have changed you a little

how else could i explain your gift
that firm hold, that intense gaze
those silent waves, over and over
hitting my heart, again and again

there was no tingle in my fingers
your tangled fingers' courseness too apparent
to my sensuity seeking sensories
but who cares, for I value the perceptions after

yes, I was too scared, too timid
probably I ruined the moment for you
struggling like a puny damsel
yes I did want to break that hold of you

but on sitting back
and doing what I'm best at
chewing those moments again
like the proverbial cow, i do see

the pure love, unschackled by wants
the honest love, head held high
the mighty love, holding firm
the focussed love, looking in the eye

all defying the sensations
yet golrifying them equally
my love bidding me bye, though momentarily
in her own inimitable way, very intensely

never shall i forget the touch
nor will the intensity lessen
in the joy of such a divine gift
to this worthy heathen!