You are a cool desert memory

You are a cool desert memory 
from another time, 
that calls my name 
and leaves me easy to touch; 
a silent dream of my soul 
from behind your dark shadowed eyes; 
fingerprints of home 
that tell me my own story. 

What was it I felt 
if not the shadow? 
What was it I touched 
if not the form? 
There are many urgent 
sensibilities, 
many separate motions 
that lead away 
from where my familiar answer 
would caress 
your gentle question; 
where I soothe you with more 
than just words, 
and move so softly 
only you can hear.