Fish Dancing

Like fish dancin in the warm ocean we frolic in the sea of love, our bodies turning and turning around an invisible centre. skin touches skin gently like rose petals touch. how do we speak except by gestures of the heart? how do we know except by loving touch? The sea,infinite sea. trusting the depths giving ourselves away with hands reaching to touch again and again Our medium is fluid, no boundaries ,no edges, washed here and there, we paint our love into being our fingers the brush, our skin the canvas. such impressions we make. such laughter creating