At Our Fingertips

Do you sense my spirit
playfully twirling amongst your thoughts
in the deep of the night
when the sound of crickets
fills the spaces in between moments 
of silence?
Can you hear me
through all the words I leave unsaid?
Can you feel the warmth of my love
moving into you and through you,
wrapping itself tightly around you
on all those nights
when a woolen blanket isn’t quite enough?
Can you see the soft, golden candlelight
flickering through time and space,
and smell the fresh sheets 
entangling my body
as I let myself sink into daydreams?
Can you taste the sweetness of my desire
to cradle you gently
while we spend eternities 
exploring our edges
before releasing the grip 
of outdated expectations
and unspoken promises;
before we embrace the uncertainties
and let ourselves merge 
with oneness?
There is an endlessness to this connection
and the beginning that cannot be defined.
We existed before
and continue on,
weightless in our divinity.
Won’t you open yourself up
to the healing power of surrender?
Won’t you close your eyes now
so that you can see me better?
Won’t you lie still, 
just a little bit longer
so you can feel the movement within
welcoming the inevitable?