I can taste the colours of your kiss Fiery crimsons bursting through Mellow yellows Exploding into sweet tangelo Cool blues Turning violet As my senses play this quiet duet
I hear music when you touch me Bass lines throbbing alongside Exotic rhythms Tumbling into trembling strings Soaring voices Dulcet tones Within your music my body groans
I can smell flowers in your words Tender Honeysuckle pervades Alluring Rose Sweet Alyssum quickly follows Heady Jasmine Lascivious Lilies Impressions that set my spirit free
You muddle my mind with euphoria Sensibility rearranged In anticipation Of this intoxication I live In Synaesthesia Whenever you are near
(C) Pixievic
A friend issued me a challenge to write a poem about Synaesthesia (the ability to taste colours or see smells etc) this is what I came up with .....