Never Enough.
And to read that sand feels soft was
never enough for me.
I must with bare feet watch toes
move its looseness and
feel the elation of beautiful touch.
And to be told that sound heals was
never enough until sweet
bird-song filled my ears with
dawn\'s early chorus by
first hearing its undeniable proof.
And to feed eyes with enough for me
means seeing life\'s passion
for hiding each fragrance and allow
sated experience dance me
to the wonder of sense-satisfaction.