It’s happening more
– often now, in fact,
as I grow
in time
I recognize,
near effortlessly,
the universal nexus of conscious
loving-kindness
beyond the sculpture,
beyond the skin, beyond the chiseled muscle
within
the humid light and breath
of soulful
buoyant eyes
an embracing
piercing
electric force of tenderness
a corn flower gaze
of knowing
One
in another