touch…

 

one would have
rightly
assumed
that
by now
science
could provide
a more
refined definition
than
some
proprioceptive
mumble jumble
for
that current
that
flows
through our bodies
when
we’re
in
each other’s arms
some
scientific term
to
capture
when two souls
merge
into
a single energy
celestial fusion
perhaps
but
even that
fails
for one
has no reference
for
true rapture
just
a series
of
words
written
by
poets

 

love or lust…symptoms the same…

i had to stop
by
aunt bea’s
to
discuss
a good friend
of
mine
whose current
love interest
has
alienated him
from
his friends
and
business associates
whom
he is dependent upon
for
a good portion
of
his income
i needed
to
consult
with
aunt bea
about
how to
approach him
aunt bea
said
honey
he’s
got
his nose
wide open
thinks
he’s smelling
a rose
but
ain’t got
nothing
but
trouble
and
there’s
one thing
i know for sure
love
is not only
blind
but
also
deaf

traits of wines…

on
saturday
i went
to
aunt bea’s
to
drive her
to
her class reunion
on route there
she said
sadly
there won’t
be many folks
there
this year
a few more
have
died
to lighten
the mood some
i parroted
that cliché
about
aging wine
tasting better
aunt bea
said
well
some folks
as
they age
absorb all
of
life’s bitterness
and
become
sour
to their
own existence
leaving
a bad taste
in
the mouths
of
most folks
while
others
gather
from life
all the beauty
they can find
and
so
become
fortified
and
complex human beings
not only
wiser
but
able to touch
all
the senses
with
sweetness