Poetry of Touches
tongues learned new languages,
swirling around satin stanzas
tasting sweet nectar hidden within -
retracing trails in new words learned,
hoping to memorize
each glistening jewel of dew
lest it all be forgotten
among the petals
in moist breath,
shared prayers heard whispered
their shapes lost meaning -
old symbols like bodies of flesh,
only vessels of meaning -
when souls found meeting
all edges melted
existence reflected in eyes
of another
