Let our fingers slip from the bindings that confine us,
The items onto which we grip, that define happiness;
Tangible feelings don’t exist, they’re found deep inside.
Buried between wrinkles, is where emotions lie.
Love may linger in a kiss though it’s not found in spit,
It’s combined in shifting spirits and cocktailed chemicals,
Flowing through our bodies, it’s easily accessible.
Your satisfaction can’t be held; it can’t be bought
It’s a treasure that must be sought,
Not through aisles nor on shelves.
But simply, within ourselves.

-SLuR