But how do I know without knowing,
feel without feeling this dream of sorts
as I lie here and think of you
in your charm and mastery caressing me
like a breakable petal that’s fallen too far
and has outgrown her withering roots?
Or as your long arms envelop me
and we close our eyes and feel our peace,
memorizing the curvature of our forms
and how we can so easily be twisted
into a soft and somber union
where the world could simply fall away?
Maybe this is where my daydream takes me
and sends me into a temporary state of wonder,
where I see that I know without knowing
and feel without ever having felt.