Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Touching with tenderness

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Let your lips meet gently,



the top one resting against the lower,



touching with tenderness



your own skin to skin.

Forefinger propped on chin,



I let the others dangle,



like leaves on a branch;



how softly gravity tugs them downwards.

Let heart beat quietly,slowly



as the blood circulates



carrying its music,



a river,



following the path of least resistance.

How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,



touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers,



helping and being helped.

How the hair on the head



floats



on the breeze,



like tentacles of an octopus



waving goodbye.

Top eyelid loves the lower one;



as we blink they touch



like lovers kissing swiftly



behind a tree.

and how the light comes in



we see a world.



[mine may not be yours,]



but the blink of my eyelid



sends waves through the air,



so we’re all touching and being touched,



lips kissing each other,



kiss all living creatures.

skin to skin.



air to air.

And inside us,the rich darkness



of creative night



transforms,in turn,



these touches



into dreams.


 

 

 

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