Where fingertips blend into my scalp

As they move through the hair 

Slowly finding resonances

Of thoughts in vulnerable places, 

Of the ache from the soul’s exhaustion

From living so much in the mind.

Having absorbed all that causes imbalance 

And woven interleaves of consciousness —

Through transfigurations to Santoshi, 

The craving to share these realms,

Overwhelms.

Where long wails of the guitar reside

With this touch that melts loneliness

And releases the burden of pain

Filling open spaces with nurturing.

Where the craving is unspoken—

For knowing they would understand

For having been in those open spaces

With their own rhythms,

Finding balance in resonance. 

When two souls hug, 

Giving and receiving blend into

Moments of safe, wordless —

Tender affection that says:

You are loved

You can rest now.