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