Senses

The senses are sometimes disturbing. When we are unable to distinguish, we can easily be led astray. Love sometimes play with our senses, cause us to leap from lofty places when it is a mere hop that we ought to be taking. But that’s the beauty of love…in the discovery, finding out what is right for us.

if it were just you
and me in this
argument and artistry–
this life engages me
still in its
stolen soliloquy,
bubble-wrapped thoughts
gathering dust inside an
attic full of tucked-
away repression…
words I wish to say
but never uttered,
though I’ve whispered
them in dreams when
time has stopped; and
I too have stopped to
gather the fragrances from
each flower delivered,
plucked each scent
from a perfume arisen.
I slowly touch each
note of sound that
rhymes with your voice,
whose perfect pitch pierces
my soul enough to
return me to my senses

-mr gahon 4/9/14

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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