Sometimes we are lonely, in a deliciously melancholic, rather than depressive way. We live betwixt and between the realisation of love and the sense of our loved one’s absence, acknowledging that both affirm life to us. It is better than being numb….
My Five Senses
with nothing to lavish on you
but rich brocades and drapes of velvet
call to mind the texture of you
……It’s why I’m missing you.
My sad heart’s not despairing,
darling you’re the rare thing,
my five sense affirming,
could be good for me.
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My Five Senses © Peter Giles