Senses.

Is this love? Will I feel winds gush by as I see love again? Will the leaves graze by once more? Will I hear charming bells ringing melodies of amour another time? Will my heartbeat escalate and my beats pounding be noticed?

I can’t caress you. I swathe in your hide.

I can’t scent you. I respire in your aroma.

I can’t see you. I recreate glimpses of you.

I can’t hear you. I focus on your heartbeat.

I can’t discern you. I savor your lips over mine.

I can’t sense you. I perceive you.