the 5 senses of us (with the lovely Fia)

 
sound

Quiet makes a noise
It has a hum
It lulls me to sleep

Noise is just noise
Without meaning to it
A nuisance with no end

scent

Sweat, rank or sweet
depending of who wears it
and how

Smell of rain
steam rising off hot ground
I tremble with anticipation for the storm

Camomile tea
wafting through the air
eases the anxiety in my chest

touch

Tenderly reaching
Still it crumbles
Not diluting the fact I want to feel

Pulse under fingertips
Gauging if I am still here
In the moment of this serenity

sight

Hiking down a too steep incline
I seek stability in tree roots and rocks
hoping my eyes don't betray me and my step slips

Bliss in the curves of your face, your lips
I get lost in the colour your eyes
I can't look away

Heart aches at the news headlines
I can't unsee the dead body on screen
eyelids close but the vision remains

taste

My favourite dish
total mouth-gasm
taste buds in love

Heartbreak tastes like bile in my throat
I would take the taste just to vomit you
from the space you take up inside me

sound

The everlasting wailing
From a broken heart
That your refuse to acknowledge

Words spoken
With hidden meanings
Dripping with pain

Every syllable
Every consonant
Every punctuation
Meant to hit the mark