I Can Imagine Poem by Beth Bailey

Love it, of course. It's very sensual - as opposed to my more intellectual approach. Seeing, feeling, inhaling, breathing... I see why pheremones might matter to you. I'd be oblivious to all that. I think my mind controls my senses - or at least colors their input. Your mind and senses might work the other way around. And in the absence of empirical data - you imagine. And now, just to prove that I couldn't critique anything in the previous two... It's very warm and inviting except for the astronomical metaphor and the word 'urgency' clashes a bit with that soft, tranquil mood you had going on. I think of succumbing to temptation more like a moment of indecision, like a scale tipping, than then gathering speed and momentum until it can't be stopped. I don't know how I would express that. But thank you for making me feel this way.