886 Intimacy [23 December 2016]

Whole I may be
even as single as I am,
there are many times throughout
the course of a day that I
muse upon the experience of
knowing someone else’s habits
nearly as well as your own.
How they like to sleep,
the way they get out of bed
their coping mechanisms,
how they take their coffee
if they close their eyes as
their lips meet mine.
What would it feel like?
To take for granted another’s
existence in my life in addition
to those family and friends
who have stayed the course of
this life of mine.
Would it feel as precious as imagine?
Would their touch remain a miracle of science
as I feel it course through my veins?
Who knows?
Least of all me.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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