When two hearts merge, mind does not mind (poem)

My friends' 1 year old daughter
was smilingly sitting with her
fingers in her drooling mouth;
she looked happy and beautiful.

Then I took her on my lap and
began talking to her lovingly
with her eyes gazing into mine;
she put those fingers in my mouth.

Her tender touch was full of love
and my mind didn't feel repulsion
towards her wet fingers reaching
my mouth or back into her own.

My kids were fussing for tissues,
to wipe the couch off the wetness;
and I was left there captivated by
that moments' oneness between us.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)