FINGERS
Fingers are like the tendrils
Of my mind
Expressing my thoughts
And feelings.
Tenderly they touch the
Possibilities
Trailing through the atmosphere
Sensing the dangers of openness
Weaving through
My field of consciousness,
Soaking up vibrations of lovingness
As I tentatively look for
Togetherness,
Dispelling boundaries and
Resistances
Caressing the wonder of being ness,
Tingling with the power of --
Gentle surrender
They tiptoe with the lightness
Of hopefulness
Entwining pleasures - of vulnerable
Sensual ness
Into infinitude - draped with
Everlastingness!
Pia
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