The Calligraphy Of Your Hands

The calligraphy of your hands soothes my aches and pains I am transported - at once to tranquil waters. The rushing of life is no more, I am the emulsions of a moon moth dancing, flapping its wings in waves of musical dust. I am the small steps sediments make gazing up at the stars taking my rightful place in the universe, the cosmos. I am the first time, a rounded pearl without imperfections took shape, closing my eyes, I am at peace on this branch of darkness unfolding-into-a-wonderful magnolia flower, sensing the honey in the hive as a form of collective dew. I must become sweet-and-cloying. The taste of this honey that is now wrapping itself around my tongue in whispers, only a divine-tuning folk can harmonically speak.