Aug 2014
Lost to me.
Did you know the skin
On your lips are the most sensitive
On your entire body?
The softest, most tender touch
Of your finger run excruciatingly slowly
Across them feels...
Lost to me.
Did you know our eyes
Can spot a candle's flicker
Over fourteen miles away?
The softest, most comforting glint
Shining from your eyes looks...
Lost to me.
Did you know our pristine ears
Can hear the music and ruckus
Of almost three hundred thousand sounds?
The breathy, raspy whisper
From your lips sounds...
Lost to me.
Did you know our taste
Is the fastest response in our bodies,
Determining sweet versus savory
In less than a millisecond?
The savoriness of you
Is...
Lost to me.
Did you know that most of our memories
Are locked away in box whose key
Is our ability to smell?
The scent of home, of hot cocoa and lavender,
Of old spices, and old pipe smoke
Float on a breeze...
Lost to me.*
What I have now is but the memory,
For with this descent, all my being numbs,
And each of my senses are
Lost to me.
Did you know the skin
On your lips are the most sensitive
On your entire body?
The softest, most tender touch
Of your finger run excruciatingly slowly
Across them feels...
Lost to me.
Did you know our eyes
Can spot a candle's flicker
Over fourteen miles away?
The softest, most comforting glint
Shining from your eyes looks...
Lost to me.
Did you know our pristine ears
Can hear the music and ruckus
Of almost three hundred thousand sounds?
The breathy, raspy whisper
From your lips sounds...
Lost to me.
Did you know our taste
Is the fastest response in our bodies,
Determining sweet versus savory
In less than a millisecond?
The savoriness of you
Is...
Lost to me.
Did you know that most of our memories
Are locked away in box whose key
Is our ability to smell?
The scent of home, of hot cocoa and lavender,
Of old spices, and old pipe smoke
Float on a breeze...
Lost to me.*
What I have now is but the memory,
For with this descent, all my being numbs,
And each of my senses are
Lost to me.
