Senseless

You'll know it when it happens to you.

With you . . .

 

I see with my hands.

 

I feel with my eyes.

When I kiss you, you sound 

like a fruity rainbow, and the scent 

of you feels like warm maple syrup.

 

You make absolutely no sense to me.

Is this love?

Author's Note

A very slight update of a previous release. (Emmajoy might remember it from 9 years ago! I said, "might.")

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Forgive me, I don't but should have remembered. Your words are laid very gently in a love-crazed muddle of phrases.. see with hands, feel with eyes -. love does that.. it happens. Hope by now that life and love has been kind to you.

July, 2018: Remembering the disappearance of a poet's words... today, remembering their beauty.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I do believe it is! I love reading you - and I miss you when you're not around.

[C. M. Miller]

And I, you . . . but it is my lack of visiting . . . mores the pity.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I know you're out there - and that is worth its weight in gold!