Essence

Subtle feelings softly touch me.

Quiet moments without words.

A gentle touch.

A warm embrace.

Not new, but delicate

More refined.

Coarseness. Rough.

Bleating verbiage

Nervous chatter.

Intellectual clutter.

Are you real?

Are you really there?

Jumbled messages

Quickly course through me.

Will quiet intimacy

With one so rare

Attune our sensibilities?

Or will the glass be marred

Or broken by the coarseness

Of a sandy blast?

Sensual fragrance.

Soft touch upon the lips.

A taste like gentle wine remains.

Look deep into a gentle heart

And feel it warmth.

Listen, attentive to some new horizon

Or wondrous insight.

Is this you?

Or is this the essence

Of some romantic dream?

Beyond our senses

Resides the truth.

Enter with me

Into quiet meditation.

Intercourse with me

Beyond just our basic sexuality.

And, when the time is right

We can return

More aware with

Heightened sensitivity.

October, 1980