feel

When I say feel the floor, I mean feel it in all your senses, Your sight, your taste, down through the waist To the floor, echoing in sonars concentric, A 3-D blueprint of your world, you centric The laker blue contrast with white You, donned in nothing but thin light The grains of sand that wore you rough Now permeate your optic bluff The grooves you traced with socks and marley Now swimming through the rows, Cross hatching like dolphins through rings Feel it like you felt your first kiss, Your first real kiss that sent a sonar through your arms And through your torso, and away, and the skies opened up, Revealing the sun you knew was already there, It's just come to you fully now It's a feeling that comes when your car has no ticket, When you've found yourself laughing, hard It's what brings you tears at the movies What writes your songs for you The voice that sings the melody you wake up to, The man who drops you off at your mother's funeral with a "good day ma'am" It is not the tips of your toes and your clunky heels, The negative space under your arches It is your nervous system's opus, Your oneness replete and complete