My Soul Lunges

My soul lunges
When you are near

My mind floods
With no thoughts

My hands long
To touch and feel
Your hands, your fingers
Your wrist, your arm
Your neck, your cheek
Your lips, your face
Your hair

My spirit wrapped around yours
Resting and playful

Rhythms complementing each other
Melting the space we occupy
Opening higher dimensions

The End

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