I'm in love with the air <br />That vibrates and displaces <br />As I wind the throttle. <br />I'm in love with the zesty, moist crystals <br />That scour my face <br />On my favourite winter beach. <br />I'm in love with the incandescent canvas clouds <br />That display for me at day's end. <br />I'm in love with the receptors <br />That allow the distilled grain <br />To meander through my mind. <br />I'm in love with the electric sensation <br />That those songs deliver. <br />I'm in love with the lazy hour hand <br />On the days when all this comes together.<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-must-i-be-a-middleager-in-love/
