Fingertips

 There are no words, 
 just a lazy smile on my face
 as I melt into the sensation
 of perfect surrender;
 of belonging
 to the moment, 
 to the charge of limitless potential
 oozing from your fingertips... 
 Limited only by intentional non-action
 I practice 
 non-grasping.
 And there is nowhere else I want to be
 but right here,
 as love drips from your soul 
 and wraps itself around mine;
 elusive and transient,
 yet eternally nourishing.
 I hold onto the feeling 
 even when the moment is gone,
 and let myself sink
 deeper 
 and deeper
 into this unifying experience,
 where oneness shifts from a concept
 to reality,
 and I'm grateful for the opportunity
 to feel so alive.