I Sence Him Poem by Nichole Flynn

Dressed in all black
I see him

Sword ablazed
I see him

Eyes so friendly
I feel him

Tall and fit
I feel him

Voice sweet but cold
I hear him

Singing silently
I hear him

Black hair freashly washed
I smell him

Neck warm
I smell him

Cheek sweet but salty
I taste him

Tougne so smooth
I taste him

Dressed in all black
I see him

Eyes so sad
I feel him

Voice cracking
I hear him

Hands clamy
I smell him

Mouth sweet
I taste him

Soul dark
I sence him

Good-bye