The Feel of Real

To feel again,
the real again.
To sense, to touch, to know,
an intimate and vaster realm
of conscious animation.

To see again
the light within your eyes,
dancing as if silver skies
came home to me through
windows of the soul.

To hear you whisper
in my ear, so clear the
songs of love you sing;
so light the joy, we dance
in rings around the universe.

To taste and scent
the innocence
of pleasure sent to thrill
the flesh, and know that
only we can make it so.

Once upon a time,
these things were real.
Long ago, and far away
but now the feel of real
has gone away...

? Michaelette ?

3/272002
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