Poem of the month, July: Touch

Touch,

Sink,

Melt;

The sacred fluid

Like liquid gold you run,

Smudging,

Shimmering into my being

Light you dart

To this and that of me,

Weightless molten mercury

Sharp you pierce

And firm and full of all you are

The mightiest you give me

Dissolving fluid liquid

Into one quick swift slow deep totality:

This world

This all

This everything

Tara