Thursday, July 19, 2012

The poetry that lies in fingertips

you face, your face
it’s always your face
I fingertip touch
in poetic trails

of heartbreaking joy
tearful tenderness
that trembles where
skin meets with skin

singing pulsating
symphonies of love
laughing exulting
rivulets of joy

that must be when
soul flows into soul
dissolves into God
surrenders in bliss