By the Feel
How we measure love’s touch, is it by feel
Or by pound, foot or inch, or just the feel?
Electricity it is –as our fingers meet
But not dry air -yet sparks are what we feel.
I can feel the rain on a dark, gray day
I cannot tell if the day is gray, by the feel.
Rain is cold here even in the summer
On my hot face, it is cool by the feel.
My cat is old now but her fur is still soft
Like touching your skin, soft by the feel.
Love is like light to a blind man
Who could not see -but by the feel.
This poet is all of the above, soft, wet, cool
Blind, your love blinds me, but for the feel.
Sai, it is the gray days and your cat,
Rain and your soft skin and the feel.
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