Hands - The Epicenter of My Being

From the
tip
    of your
fingers

dancing

at the
    center
of the bud

all life
comes to
a stand //
      still

somehow
you radiate
the sun
           and
the moon
all at once

breath
barely
     escapes
from my
     lips

as they
   open up
to the touch
that is
         yours
and my
     radiance