Lantern of Your Heart

My hands upon yours,
upon you,
upon the quiet tremor of being.

My hands upon yours,
upon the warmth beside me,
the breath within me,
the flicker of your heart’s lantern
in my night.

My hands upon yours,
upon the stars of your eyes
that scatter through my seeing,
upon the pulse of your nearness
that stills
the turning world.

My hands upon yours,
upon freedom
growing in the cage of touch;
upon the tender surrender
that dreams
upon the pillow of becoming.

My hands upon yours—
upon presence,
upon the boundless
that rests in you,
upon the fleeting
that finds stillness
in your embrace.

My hands upon yours,
for here,
in the nearness of your hands,
I find the infinite
folded into presence.

My hands upon yours,
for here,
in the silence between us,
the whole of love
is breathing.