Our soul has a chance

I extend my arms, and my mind manipulates a motion meant for my hand,

mirroring my most honorable intensions.

Slowly, my palm is revealed as my fingers unfold outwardly,

like beams of light stretching from the circular shape of the sun

with poetic movements much like the freedom of a tree’s roots,

emotionally bending and curving, displaying the shape of love.

With the sensitive tips of my gentle fingers,

I touch your smooth, soft, warm skin, and through you, I feel my own beauty.

Our smiles become a natural union,

as if they knew not of separation, differences,

barricades, denials, or the absence of trust.

In a universe designed to change.

our soul’s find themselves in a dimension

where time’s movements creates change,

a chance for our undeveloped souls’ to ascend.