A Stirring
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What is this state of being
I feel alive, but too alive
I am distractedly aware of my body
Every sense is heightened
I feel my skin rub against my clothes
I’m conscious of my hips as I walk
My heels on the brick pound in ears
The sun warms the top of my head
Fragrance finds my nose and I am lost in it
My fingers fondle my clothing absent-mindedly
For too long I stroke my coffee cup against my lip
Its bitter, then earthy as it burns down my throat
The people and their eyes
They all see me, I do not look away
And I smile, I can’t help it
I feel them engaging me
There is an unsettling here
A deep yearning for touch
An awakening ache from deep within
To feel and to be felt
