Love's Medium

Like fish dancing we frolic in the sea of love, our bodies turning and turning around an invisible centre skin touches skin gently like rose petals touch your face as they flutter to the ground in the breeze how do we speak except by gestures of the heart? how do we know except by loving touch. Sea,infinite sea trusting the depths giving ourselves away with hands reaching to touch again then floating side by side Our medium is fluid, no boundaries ,no edges, washed here and there we paint our love into being our bodies the brush, our hearts the canvas. Such sweet impressions we make ,such dancing