Touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers,

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 visions and dreams.