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even stones long to be kissed

  • Aug 22
  • 1 min read

touch is the first experience

that visits you in the womb

light or heavy

or broad like the sea floor

you are imprinted


yes, your skin, but also

your mind can feel the rolling point

leaving tears and sighs in its wake

as you lean into more


everything in you

is exploring the texture

of everything around you


close your eyes

and feel your lids

gently kiss

they are faithful lovers

returning 20,000 times a day

and sacred every time


we know that things

come to life with

under a hand’s caress

or the gentle stroking of the wind


we know that even stones

ache to be touched

because we hear them sing

when the flood is finally loosed

 
 

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