a picture of the sunset does not grasp the depth;
a cool breeze
goosebumps to the flesh
tingles down the spine
building warmth in the stomach
the smooth circles a lover draws in your palm
as you stand hand in hand,
two souls caressing,
to crashing waves on the shore
or hear the secret the wind whispered
in your ear and your heart
or sense the spark that caught your eye
as you turned to
grasp.
