I miss being caressed
by more than my own hand
how divine the feeling
of feeling divine
that part of me held
in oiled hands
waking my mind to the sleep
it could escape
if only this pleasure
continues a bit longer
and longing for release
but not to end
in the end it always ends
but I want it to begin again
where I begin and end
ouroboros holding tail
twisting physical yoga
undulating nirvana
as joy dissolves all
the sun, the moon, mystical
caressing, all Divine