I can touch you with words,
I can bring you to heights you’ve never been before,
I can caress your mind and envelop your spirit,
I can **** you so deeply into my expressions you have no choice but to taste them.
I can be your weakness and also your strength,
I can show you beauty in cloudy skies and sunsets,
I can empathize with you,
I can stand by when tears leave,
I can purify your soul and keep your mind at ease,
I can show you how to breathe –if you drown in me, I can be your release.
I can slow time and make you experience moments,
I can show you how metaphors will make you fall in love,
I can play with words until you feel their touch.
I can bring you happiness,
I can cause you pain,
I can show you passion until it drives you insane.
I can tell you secrets,
I can tell you lies,
I can show you heaven and hell through my lines.

you are a collection of my favourite senses.

you are the smell of smoke
of a fire that’s just burnt out
the drifting
curling grey
the ash
glowing still

you are the too-bright sun in my eyes
blinding
disorienting
and yet still beautiful and necessary
the pagan in me
worshipping your descent to earth
like an angel
who simply wanted to greet me

you are the feel of a fur coat around my neck
soft and warm
comforting, like a mother’s touch
but also a thrill, unsettling
the feeling of death kissing my throat

you have the taste of aphrodisiacs
chocolate, wine and
avocado
the juices of our chemistry
dripping from the sides
of my mouth
your smile wide
at the open euphemism

you are a collection of my favourite senses
and when i kiss you i am

senseless