Jan 2014
All of the senses I had before now
I was born into the world with.
From the first moment I was able to see,
the colors streamed in from every angle,
and the shapes that accompanied them
made my kaleidoscopic vision grant meaning
to the world that surrounded me.
When the first thing I heard
was my own wailing and moaning,
how beautiful the voices and songs were
as each note and each word and each sound
floated their way into my ears.
And when I felt my soft warm world
of skin and pillows and blankets,
I had no idea that everything I touched
until I learned to create new soft, warm worlds
would not be quite so warm, or quite so soft.
In those days before I could understand what 'no' meant
I did understand that everything that touched my tongue
had its own specific taste and flavor,
but somewhere along the line in my mind they all combined
into the two flavors of yes and no.
And in my first years I could smell so vividly
that the sometimes terrible scents that I encountered
were strong enough to make me weep,
but in time I was able to walk into different rooms
and keep myself safe behind walls of Febreze.
All of the senses I had before now
I was born into the world with.
But now I can sense the love in you.
I cannot see it with my eyes or hear it with my ears,
and I could not fathom explaining to someone
exactly what it is that your love tastes like on my tongue.
Your love leaves no scent to be remembered,
and though at times I hang on each sound you make,
I know that it is not the love in you producing them.
No pheromones that my body can sense could define it,
and my heart is lacking any sensory mechanism
that would lead me to believe that I pick up on it there.
My brain knows the love that dwells within you,
but I cannot feel it nearly as strongly when you are far away,
so I think my brain is only remembering what I have already sensed.
No sensing ***** that is a part of me
can sense the strength of the love that I feel
in your every glance and your every smile.
So this morning I woke up to the only logical conclusion:
You are the sensory ***** that I observe love through.
I was born into the world with.
From the first moment I was able to see,
the colors streamed in from every angle,
and the shapes that accompanied them
made my kaleidoscopic vision grant meaning
to the world that surrounded me.
When the first thing I heard
was my own wailing and moaning,
how beautiful the voices and songs were
as each note and each word and each sound
floated their way into my ears.
And when I felt my soft warm world
of skin and pillows and blankets,
I had no idea that everything I touched
until I learned to create new soft, warm worlds
would not be quite so warm, or quite so soft.
In those days before I could understand what 'no' meant
I did understand that everything that touched my tongue
had its own specific taste and flavor,
but somewhere along the line in my mind they all combined
into the two flavors of yes and no.
And in my first years I could smell so vividly
that the sometimes terrible scents that I encountered
were strong enough to make me weep,
but in time I was able to walk into different rooms
and keep myself safe behind walls of Febreze.
All of the senses I had before now
I was born into the world with.
But now I can sense the love in you.
I cannot see it with my eyes or hear it with my ears,
and I could not fathom explaining to someone
exactly what it is that your love tastes like on my tongue.
Your love leaves no scent to be remembered,
and though at times I hang on each sound you make,
I know that it is not the love in you producing them.
No pheromones that my body can sense could define it,
and my heart is lacking any sensory mechanism
that would lead me to believe that I pick up on it there.
My brain knows the love that dwells within you,
but I cannot feel it nearly as strongly when you are far away,
so I think my brain is only remembering what I have already sensed.
No sensing ***** that is a part of me
can sense the strength of the love that I feel
in your every glance and your every smile.
So this morning I woke up to the only logical conclusion:
You are the sensory ***** that I observe love through.
