The hand that hovers
touches with the most delicate fingers.
Footsteps that linger outside the door
excite the quietest desires.
Most subtle are words
that bring thoughts without giving them.
Most gentle are words
that stir feelings without taking them.
This is the space where
fullnesses meet:
the verge and the emergence.
The silent tingle that is held inside
is the brightest, clearest laughter.
It rings the farthest over the fields.