Not the Same

It enters you.
Something happens inside.
You make into something
as it makes you open wide.
A constant wave.
Light-headed dizziness.
Waiting for that long lost kiss.
When all that you could feel was bliss.
Imagining is not the same.
The touch - the touch is everything!
Direct connection. Feel of energy
that moves us as we move it on.
We rest beneath a setting sun.
Watching colors turn the sky
into a work of art on high.
Parting on another sigh.
The distance comes to intervene.
The river dwindles to a stream.
Until the time to touch arrives again.
But never quite the same.
The stream is shrinking.
Eyes are blinking.
Stares turning into glares.
Imagining is not the same as care...

? Michaelette ?

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