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

 

addendum to a sermon…

honey
tell that preacher man
that
sinning
ain’t all that bad
i’ve tried it
and
child
it was so sweet
even
with hell
below
my feet
lord
that
first kiss
sent
me a reeling
and
by
the fourth
sunday’s sermon
was
as forgotten
as
where i put my car keys
when
i was asked
to
stay

 

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

the eyes have it…

the young priest
entered
the hospital
in route
to visit
an
elderly parishioner
his path
was diverted
by
hospital security
while
his eyes
were diverted
by
a most attractive
woman
wearing
a white
tight-fitting
sheer summer dress
he stumbled
ever
so slightly
as
he took a seat
she
approached
the seat
next to him
all the while
feeling
his eyes
exploring
every line
of
her body
crossing her legs
and
leaning
towards him
she
whispered
i understand
you have
a personal relationship
with god
how’s that
working out
for
you