Feeling Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Lie quietly
Imagine your hand moving slowly
Palm up, open, fingers extended
Can you sense the pleasure of touch
An embrace that causes a quickening of the senses.

But there is more
The breeze through the window
Rustles the curtain and cools the skin
The hair on your legs tingle with the caress
But you shaved your legs.

The radiant heat of something quite near
Comforting yet not to be determined
What is the source
A warm body of some other
Or your imagination.

The feel of something that is not there.