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.
from what is exposed and offered
results in a barren existence,
the loss of illuminating potential
– a field of unfertilised ovum.
by Julie Stephenson