Quidam's View

Senses

by Colleen Barry
Written 09-17-06

The way it tastes:

Sweet on the lips and tongue;

And salt on skin.

 

The smell:

That swirls and flares in nostrils

And burns the fuse of passion in the mind.

 

The warmth:

Inducing tips of fingers,

Brewing under canvas taught and nailed to bone.

 

And the ringing sound of laughter

And hushed whispers channeling the ears.

 

Love in senses.

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