Equivalence

What can I, or perhaps, what should I, say
To tell you what you must already know?
In fact, I know you know it, by the way
Your face lights up in that ecstatic glow
While we're together. How can I express
In words what we both say in touch?
Can this poor poem be a soft caress,
Or, since it cannot, can it mean as much?
Perhaps I ought to just remind you of
The way I look at you, or you at me:
A liquid mixture of pure joy and love,
Increased by common reciprocity.
No thought can be sufficient, yet in this
There's just as much of me as in a kiss.