Pulsing heartbeats on pressing chests,

  experience – shared in communion.

The journey to Self,

 exploration through this reality of human flesh.

The bee intuitively nestles intimately

deep within the essence of the flower.

Interaction – the core of human experience-

moments of connection

when laughter resonates along the pathway to the heart,

vulnerability is nurtured in the vortex of the chasm

through which the world is observed,

the touch of skin comforts deep within,

tears are dispersed by another’s cheek.

Intentions filed in the mind, wither.

An intricate dance of steps and directions

is self-indulgent without legs laden

with the pollen of interaction.

Hovering

            suspended

          distance

from what is exposed and offered

results in a barren existence,

the loss of illuminating potential

– a field of unfertilised ovum.

  by Julie Stephenson