Senses Poem by Teresa Reuter

The look
Eyes searching the soul.
The soul far beneath the surface.
The surface normally hard and tough
penetrated so deeply it is set ablaze.

The smell
Nostrils inhaling the intoxicating blaze.
The blaze fueled with buried desires.
The desires building an insatiable thirst
quenched by a draught of life's liquid.

The taste
Lips immersed within the sweet liquid.
The liquid bringing a deeper thirst.
The thirst for sweet nectar within a chalice
raised in tender admiration.

The touch
Hands caressing the surface with admiration.
Admiration flowing from fingertips to nerves.
The nerves high strung like an angel's harp
strummed with gentle tones.

The sound
Ears hearing each soft tone.
The tones plucked in harmonious chords.
The harmonious chords weaved with intimacy
raised in tremendous crescendo.

Shimmering scents of sweet softness in symphony together.