Are you sensitive?
Are you warm?
Do you sense activity?
You can sense... me?
Senses, sensitivity.
Ah, I see.
I listen. Taste. Caress. Inhale. Feel.
Senses, sensitivity.
May we walk each other home?
As Ram Das prays, we already do so.
Everyday.
We are sensitives.
With emphatic empathetic, six-senses
Innate as some womb-bodied menses
In tune to our physiology
Intuit to what is beyond you and me...
A prophecy... no.
Senses. Sensitivities.
Vulnerabilities.
Wounds. And porous coverings. Skin.
Sounds and textures.
Faces and words.
Tender sensitivity.
Can I walk you home?
Where's the congruence-y.
Do you feel safe? At home?
Together? Alone?
Are you sensitive?
Senses. Take hold.
Activities, beyond you and me...
About the Creator
Tigersugar Writer
Erm- just a queer black unconventional wulf-girl who luvs to muse. I've got some tiger empowerment vibes flowin' through me too, thus my e-handle. Stay Empoweredly, and Independently Soft.
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