feeling beings

summer 2019

Where my fingertips end your toes begin

My heart beats and I am the hair on your chin

The vibrating cells feeling, we are

The oak tree shading its young

Telling it to grow slow

We are the soil satisfied

As rain flows through our veins

We are the toads screaming

With sexual desire

As the sea sways to the rhythm of the moon

We are the nettles never tiring

Of healing the world’s wounds

We are the eel navigating waters

Toward final fatal pleasure

We are beings, able

To feel it all