When She Reaches Over Infinity Poem by richard ilnicki

When she reaches over infinity
stretching from behind
some uncharted geographical place,
her hands comfort offended

Alpha & Omega, these mysterious two
who presumed they were
the beginning and the end.
In so doing
she spins her faeried fingers
across my exhausted flesh
and touches me
where God left me hungry.
Her sensitivity strokes my compassion,
stokes spontaneous human combustion
and satisfies my need to know
that she was made for me.

We join then in a touch
the skin of our hearts,
the eternal graft of God.