Sense Since!!

he taste like testimony...
psalms painted on my soft pallete
 hallelujahs and hums
 and speaking in tongues
 confectionery confessions
 of what dreams may come

he smells like delirium...
you know, that drive you crazy scent
 passion and pandemonium,haughting every sniff
 fresh air fragranced, exacerBated bliss
 breathed in animalistic fury
 stenched in sweet morning mist

he sound like a continuum...
infinite vibrations beating on my eardrums
 the fever pitched howl
 of thunder jumping on a trampoline
 amplified *freak*quency
 decibles dancing labyrinthine

he looks like promises kept...
between puckered lips, nestled within a memory of a memory
 tangled in a thicket of tumbleweeds
 motive emotions beautifully carefree
 where im at and where i want to be
 in he corners of his eyes and rolling down his cheek

he feels like moon drippings...
i imagine,if ever there was such a thing
  warm and sticky as melted wax
  light and frothy as seafoam
  imploding impulses, sparks in my bones
  flint firing with each strike of the sorceror's stone

it doesnt make any sense
it would
 it could
   it should
just by the very likelyhood
reading his poem over and over
  cause Damn it was Good :)