Touches of Expression

I think it’s marvelous
to pause between the readings.
Like the gaps between your touch
the memory figures out the shore,
and our embraces in the bed
finds a reading table instead.
I celebrate the celibacy,
the rarefaction between you and me
is so literary,
lost between the fingers.
This poem on the other hand
is against celibacy,
I think physical relation
is also literary,
once brought in
the touches of expression.