194/365 : mindfulness rule breaker

i feel like i break all the rules about mindfulness

except that i don't

exactly

when i read your losing-meaning-words

i want to give you something 

from my body

that requires nothing

verbal

and everything

eternal

and mindful

like a kiss

or a smile

or a hand

or a gentle line of breath across your hairy chest

that means to say nothing but

here

i am 

you are

here

we

are here

alive

alive

alive

alive

nothing's died 

love didn't die

love doesn't die

why do i fear that you fear love has died?

or worse, that you don't need it?

it's just my own thing

my own imagining

how sad i'd feel 

if somehow i believed

there was something between me

and love

and others

something between me

and the infinitude of pleasure

it's just my own thing

this desire

to stimulate