How Do You Feel

“How do you feel?” She asked
“Okay” I said, smiling

“Is that all?” she retorted
wanting to be told something like:
“I feel elevated with you”
“My heart flutters near you”
“I feel free like a bird with you”
“My heart is floating on a white cloud of pure bliss”

…Or some other bumpf

“Dunno” I replied

I didn’t look,
I didn’t dare to look
dare to look down, deep inside
down, deep inside, to see, the grey fog
to see, the grey fog, covering the pit
covering the pit, of ages
the pit of ages, covered with a reinforced concrete lid
a reinforced concrete lid, like those of the underground missile silos
those of the underground missile silos, three metre thick
a three metre thick lid, on that pit
on that pit, ready to be taken off
to be taken off, to see the those things
to see the those things, of feelings, of a life time,
of feelings, of a life time, writhing, around,
writhing, around, to get out
to get out, to be free
to be free, to be felt, to be cared for
to be felt, to be cared for, to be washed,
to be washed of the pain
to be washed of the pain, in rainbows
to be washed of the pain, in rainbows, and with crystal drops
in rainbows, and with crystal drops, of a thousand streams
of a thousand streams, of tears
a thousand streams of tears, to be washed free
to be washed free
with tears

How do you describe that in one word?

“Typical. You men are all the same: No feelings!” she said

“Dunno”, I said, closing the lid
“Just okay”, I said softly