its like running your hands,
gently, carefully,
over the surface of the sea
(the and not a,
you understand.)
it is reading
without opening my eyes.
it is feeling,
without thinking twice.
it is falling, slowly, almost imperceptibly,
inexorably,
backwards.
it is letting you waft through me,
like a warm summer breeze,
my arms outstretched,
my bones tingling faintly, as you pass..

it is.