Precious Being

Precious the feel, Of a gentle aura, One of dominance in this realm;

Precious Vestibular, Balancing weight; patience, Weightless thoughts carry;

Precious Proprioception, A present mass, Weighing positions of a lifetime;

Precious Pain, Both learned & gained, Feeling of numbness, Cries in vain;

Precious Temperament, Fluctuating seasons, Of one’s legions, innate core balanced for more;

Precious Smell, A perfume of energy, Both smoke and mirrored;

Precious Taste, Imprinted like a thumb, The tongue can curse for worse, Or climax its meal;

Precious Hearing, Waves of vibrations, Invisible art that can touch a soul, Or break one’s foe;

Precious Sight, A light can dim, But without sight, all will be left grim, Where even darkness can limb, Hinge off the pupil’s colored trim; Narrow minds will read and not fathom the depth of this whim...

This Sense of Time, most precious left over from this sensuality. . Time ends for all, no matter the sense of status claimed...