Every nerve ending in your fingertips
“Sees” the surface, the way skin
Dimples under pressure, giving
And giving to the bone’s hard stop.
The tingling slides through skin pores,
Takes a slow ride through veins, blue,
A faster ride through arteries, red,
Gooses white cells on their way to work.
Vibration squeezes through muscles
Releasing each with a tap of
Electric stillness, micro-meditation.
Know the power of that vibration,
And you will be free to go deeper.
Break through the atomic force,
And take that quantum shortcut
To light my quarks, instantly.
Timeless probabilities carry
My tingle back to you, humming
To the tune of the spheres,
Tiny and tremendous,
I stroke you through this ether.
Feel the charge.
©2011 Joanne Sprott