Transcendent Touch

I take your hand in mine,

First to the grassy lands

Sit, I say, guiding your body

Just be, here, with me

and feel,

Feel.

And think

if you can,

Of what is true

Of what is real

.

May I touch your skin,

Alien?

May I caress you

Metaphorically undress you?

Can you convey

as we play

What you feel

as we question

Is this true?

Is this real?

.

Does life entail an inhale

Alien?

Do the sweet scents

become memory accents?

Are you revealing

the healing

that’s woven into

the appealing

Feeling

of your hand, in mine?

.

Do your eyes, recognise

the stars and planets

in the skies?

What do you name

these burning flames

of creation?

Do you have an

explanation

for the sensation

of your hand, in mine?

.

Do you know how I glow

on the inside?

Can you feel and reveal

secrets

of my heart,

the art

that is me

as I experience glee

from the key

of your hand, in mine?

.

May I hear your thoughts

Alien?

Will you offer to share

or dare to declare

If you have feelings

of care?

Can we pursue a review

as we question

Is this real?

Is this true?

.

Are you glad of your landing

Alien?

Are you understanding

or are my questions

too demanding?

Are you perceiving

and receiving

my earthly gift to you

Of what is real

Of what is true?