Fingertips
It’s in our finger tips
The gentle caress
That retains an electric hum
And moves between mine and yours
Thru the skin and bones
To stir the heart
Feel it beating there
More loudly and fueled by our currents
It pulses handsome rhythms
A natural ancient measure
Steady, wordless.
-A.F. Spykerman
various sensory indulgences
