In my palm, a sacred bloom Fragile fragrance fills the room, and yet, I want to clutch it desperately. I just want to merge with you, here and now sink into fastly-bound, and blissful unity.Smell the wine before you sip, chalice held in gentle grip, arched posture, poised in sweet refrain. This encounter. full of awe, glory that I never saw, how I love that we are not the same. Yes, I’ll keep up this dance with you, for love is not a still embrace, and we must step, in tension, patiently. Lightly hold the mystery. Lightly, may I touch your hands? You are you, and yet, you dance with me.