Knowing me

Do I live for the sight of flesh, the shock of the obscene, the coldness of sex?

I would get a greater thrill out of sitting on a bench on a warm summers day, smelling wildflowers, feeling the heat of the sun, having  a bee land on the back of my hand and then depart, watching a butterfly float overhead against the rolling summer clouds and feeling the breath of my lover as he took my land and laid it in his lap.

Knowing life, knowing love and sharing happiness.

Know me.