Spiraling touch
          With the pinky of the cosmos
Epiphany in energy      seeping from your flesh
           into my knowing light
Waves and currents in the
           space where
                         our bodies       become the sea
feeling your spirit embrace my bones
            and ashes,
like the cupped hands of a wise peony
blossom- pink, gentle, soft
with a whiff       of memories in the breeze
from my lips
            to yours