Synæsthesia

I could smell her loveliness

Her fragrance stands beautifully in my way

Her voice can caress my flesh

Or cut the bone away

* * *

Before reaching my ears

That strain to hear a message in the bottle

Warm to the touch, chilling my heart

Casting off layers to make my swaddle

* * *

Her inner embers distort the air

Sinusoidal conversation

Wafting aglow in night vision blurs

Begging illumination

* * *

She tastes of woman, bittersweet

Has tongues everywhere to savor every flavor

She speaks in tongues, forked tongue-in-cheek

Sings songs in one gasp of misbehavior

* * *

She whispers in a shout

And laughs with all her tears

She knows what is and how and why

But grows younger to my years

* * *

I see, smell, hear, taste, touch with alien organs

Thought and sensation zigzag moiré nonsense

My mind is her game, synapses overloaded

Interweave peaks and valleys of welcome penitence