There’s always beauty in the action:
receiving the order,
executing without thought,
with total trust
and complete surrender,
feeling your hand in mine
even though an ocean lies between.
There’s beauty in closing my eyes,
sensations flooding my body
all at once,
the physical contact
as intense as the emotional,
my mind releasing all expectations,
letting go of all control.
There’s beauty in reaching the edge
without even a direct touch,
just by sensing the unimaginable,
the new, the joy, the bliss,
all this responsiveness
to the words, to the voice,
to the heat of the impact,
to the sharpness of the pinches.
And there’s beauty in what comes after,
the body slowing down,
the breathing finding its steady rhythm,
the warmth of the care,
and seeing day by day
how the magic of that redness
transforms into violet, blue, and yellow
as the aftermath of just a few hours
finds its place in forever.