Sight: Her salmon pink skin on her sage green dress
Caught my eye every time
Touch: The way her warmth flowed to me
Made me feel fire once more
Scent: Her 5 dollar cotton candy perfume
Lifted me from my feet like a pie window side
Taste: The bitter lemon chicken we had cooked
Rested on her lips when I came back for seconds
Hearing: When she'd sing, my god her voice
Was better than every song I did and didn't hear
So much so, I had forgotten my sixth sense
Senses