Her fingertip encompassed the world around me, a fleshy plane stretching into the horizon far eclipsing any possible to see on earth. Minute imperfections, that would be impossible to detect with an electron microscope, form mountains whose peaks cant be seen and chasms of near infinite depth. A rhythmic thrumming pulses up from uncountable miles beneath the ground her heartbeat a force of nature establishing life and warmth to the environment.
Her lips fill the sky, so far away that they make the stars in the night sky seem as close as stickers on a bedroom ceiling and yet even at such a distance it is impossible to take them all in at once. My eyes roam the sky taking in all the details I can from microscopic crevices that could contain galaxies to larger folds that might as well be capable of encompassing the universe itself. Yet even at the speed of sight her vastness takes time to experience as it takes minutes for my eyes to cover the height of a single lip alone while I could spend hours and still not observe their full majesty.
Her voice is everything, if the universe itself spoke it would hold less weight and carry less meaning than her voice, every single syllable pushing down from the heavens as divine decree leaving no room for doubt that they carry anything other than absolute truth. And the truth they carry is simple, something spoken so often that I know it in my soul long before I am wrapped in a vocal embrace. All-encompassing love.
Her lips descend rapidly coming closer as the sky shifts from both to a single lip, from a single lip to a fraction of one, from a fraction to a once near imperceptible crevice now filling the entire sky, and this continues each moment that passes as the lip gets closer smaller and smaller details are revealed before they too replace the sky. Eternity passes as I stare in awe each instant that passes thinking she cannot possibly be any larger and the sky must finally contact the earth proven wrong before finally, mere moments after it began, it ends as her lips make contact. For her it is nothing more than a simple kiss on her fingertip, yet for me it’s everything. All of existence collapsing onto me; a weight greater than the universe holding me still; pressure enough to collapse a black hole concentrated on my infinitesimal form and all i feel is peace. While these lips pin me from the sky, while this finger holds me from below I know I am safe, I know that nothing and no one can hurt me. A warmth fills me as I kiss back an action that should be imperceptible, like expecting a star to feel when a photon impacts it, yet I know she can feel it and that knowledge is enough as I close my eyes and smile.
I am loved.