Senses
Author: Unknown
You look at me, but I often wonder if you see me,
the person I really am;
the vulnerable heart hiding behind the bristles of the hedgehog,
the soul blackened by the memories of days not forgotten.
You touch me, but I often wonder if you feel me,
my yearning often contradicted by my righteousness;
my hidden depths often so far out of reach,
revealed only though the vibrations that challenge the solid surface.
You hear me, but I often wonder if you listen,
to the words behind the words and
the rhyme behind the rhyme;
to the sounds that don’t quite make it past my lips.
I look at you, and I know that I see you.
I see each day that’s laid its mark upon your face,
each crevice a memory of its own;
your life painted through the lens of my eyes
I touch you, and I know how much I feel you.
Your heart as it beats against my own,
the grasp of your hand against mine
and the taste of your lips when I draw you close.
I hear you, and I listen
to the rhyme of every word and the word of every rhyme.
To the many things left unsaid
and those spoken through your eyes.
I see you, I feel you, and I hear you;
I sense you.
But still I wonder,
Do you love me?
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Posted: Sep 2009
Comments (7)
Very in touch with your feelings.