Sunday, June 12, 2016

Do you feel it? (scanned notebook)

Do you feel it, this touch here? this place
where I place my fingers, where I can only
feel from the outside, not in, and ache for a
touch so close I cannot tell which of us
is which. I used to think the back seat of
my chevy was enough, that wide space over
which I could explore the world, like
an orbiting astronaut who thought I
knew all there was to know when Until I
touched down and touched
all I saw, I knew nothing -- and even then
a touch was not enough to know all
that went on inside, to touch beneath
the surface of this world, to feel what stirs
inside, to plunge deep into its moist
surface, and breath
it all in until I drown

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