Sep 2009

Complete SenseA texture, the paper of a cup

A texture, the paper of a cup
Fingers moving, bored
Sloshing of the drink behind
Weight in my hands
Not hard to find

A smell, a hint above the rest
Faint and light, subdued
Floating on the very air
Luring me in
So very fair

A sound, a voice so clear and bright
Soft and warm, amused
Causing tremors of their own
Telling a tale
A vibrant song

A taste, a sweetness on my lips
Within my reach, almost
Desire, hope of dreams and love
Filling my mouth
No bitter taste

A sight, a rose in human form
I dare not touch, just yet
Beauty in my heart and mind
My eyes reflect
Your smile is warm