Aura

How do I slip out of my

ordinary existence into the
electric
sensual-ness

of your hand
it's so warm and

mine fits so snuggly against

it

I close my eyes

to imagine

my heart feels swollen and

I can not feel your aura

mine has expanded and filled

the room

I am lost in the deliciousness

of wondering if

your eyes are open watching me

or closed

imagining me

I peek, but can see nothing

the bright light shines in my eyes

and fills my ears with noise
 so loud
I can not hear my own words

saying

goodbye

Please note, this was previously published with comments, but the poem disappeared and I was unable to rearrange capsules correctly, so I needed to delete the comments.