Touching

Here is the spiral that goes down

All the way in

Curling with you

the way you want to curl

Infinitely deep

till it touches

that point of satisfaction

where you wanted

to be touched

Here is the holding with you

that doesn’t care

what you said

That lets the hurled words

fall off like froth

And moves along the deeper layers —

the need beneath the words,

beneath the thought

We have all the time in the world

All the time to be comprehended

Down to the core

All the time to let

exquisite balance

assert itself

In which we can unite

in silent gyroscopic spin.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 6, 2013