Five senses

Smell
You are my new mown grass
First smell of coffee
When the seal first comes detached
Pervading my being
Bouquets that I draw so close

Sight
You are all natures radiance
A retina to take that picture
Hold and never blink
Portray the best of our instincts
Drawn subtle tones your rainbows self

Touch
The fingers whispered grass
A childs small hand on it first grasp
Affection without need to speak
Each skin that felt so incomplete
Cold or hot, so tactile for those besot

Taste
Sweet the sugar that my taste buds crave
The bitterness when she goes away
Swallow pain like it was mothers recipe
The sour taste  when two hearts disagree
Lick the bowl of life, savour it for free

Heard
Intervals they are the dashes and the dots
Hearing is not listening
For all of that cacophony  is mostly dross
A step where meanings sometimes gel
The deft of deaf if you hear well