Looking at me like the 8th wonder, handling me like the most precious artwork kept behind unbreakable glass. 

Is this what it is to be seen?

Listening to me like a favorite song, hanging on to my words like there’s fire beneath you. 

Is this what it is to be heard?

Tasting me like a perfectly balanced bite, savoring every present moment like the adventure of a lifetime. 

Is this what it is to be pursued?

Touching me like the softness of satin, soaring through my mind like the endless sky.

Is this what it is to be explored?