trying to touch an inner stamen
of what is mysterious
in myself
to feel i will do anything
the tips of my fingers sacred feelers
but all skin becomes audacious
when you stroke it gently
and with mystery
the very hairs still and sway
touch remains after you lift
your hand away
delicate touch shadow
feeling feeling a tingling
i am here to feel and also to describe
and understand the relationship between them
i am here, i am here, nobody's but my own
now to bed and i hope i dream
of mossy rocks in a cove
the wind on my skin when i fly
the strange tug of agency
behind my stomach
the fearlessness
that raises me in the air
in dreams sometimes