II into I
My sounds compose a melody
as your fingertips walk slowly on my body.
My breathing is synchronized with my heartbeat;
my pulse reflects the heat.
Slipping into atmospheres of non-questioning,
welcomed by the field beyond wrong and right,
where the land is un-walked,
and our bodies engrave on it a story free of norms.
Where the surroundings weren’t there before us,
and we draw it while experiencing our merging into one.