Glass Wall

i long to touch,
and initiate an intimacy,
with every soul
that i glimpse.
i stand on one side of a glass wall,
hands pressed
against the cold glaze,
seeing your skin,
pulsing,
warm,
with life.
someday we will melt the glass.
it will come swirling, crashing down like a waterfall:
tears, once crystalized,
flowing at once
in a release of warm
pulse;
human joy.

Ring Finger

this ring binds me to liberation
it cycles me back to my origin
a constant flow from heart to hand
pulling me with coursing centripetal force
towards my center
which is a deep passion
a calibrated purpose
a compass that spins perpetually
yet never seems to point
anywhere else
but outward
and inward
at the same time.