plicking the soft strings
like so many other wordless things
I rise and dip through scales
the flavor trails in tips of tongue on toes
wordless, that's how he held my feet
as i unfelled my mind to the Eternal
fingers on toes, pressing, releasing
Hands on calves
And soft gentle hairs
caressing
And pressing--
Fingers on toes
And from there the orange eve'ning grows
into expanse of ether
Until something unwanted follows
And I wake up suddenly and say,
Hey, don't do that.
