WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
It’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
What do you see?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
feel
TOUCH ME
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I need to touch you.
Feel your softness.
I’ve been alone too long.
Without a human’s touch.
A human’s warmth.
I’m cold.
But a fire burns in me.
Come to me.
Touch me.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
CLEAN ME
FEEL THE RED
The Milky Way as seen from Antelope Canyon, Arizona
The Milky Way or maybe
a journey into the unknown.
A blood red adventure
transcending time and space.
A wild ride through the galaxies.
Flying high on a shooting star.
Tilting at rainbows and moonbeams.
Close your eyes and feel the red.
A WHISPER
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
A GOOD BOOK
The pages turn black.
The story turns dark.
You feel the monsters.
You believe the tale.
The book has come alive.
Close the book.
Live it.
Feel it.
A good book lingers
with you forever.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
Flowering tower.
Spring is in the air.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
Pies baking.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I can hear it.
I can taste it.
Bring it on.
A HUM
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
CLEAN ME
CLEAN ME
Clean me.
Wet me.
Drench me.
Free me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Clean me.
A SPLASH
A SPLASH
A splash of water.
A splash of salt.
In my eyes.
In my mouth.
The taste.
The feel.
The joy.
Of summer fun.
Come and join us.
SUSANNE LEIST 