Senses ignited–
Sight:
Spied you
Then again
Then out of muscle memory
Or desire
Then by choice
The choice to spy
To hear
To taste
To smell
To touch
Sound:
The unstressed syllables writhing from your tongue
The stressed picking on an internal string
A melody, not all familiar
But haunting all the same
Taste:
Familiar pheromones
Linger on my tastebuds
A taste I’ve consistently wanted
To turn into a spice for
My perpetual consumption
Smell:
The pheromones draw from the mouth to the nose
The sweetest of inverse lines
A junky in the making
Touch:
Ends in a rippling of skin
A tangential echo
The lingering continues
For more
For less
For all of it
Spied you
Then again
Then out of muscle memory
Or desire
Then by choice
The choice to spy
To hear
To taste
To smell
To touch
A choice that isn’t
That enamors
That prevents
That allows
That frightens
That is
Fuck.
That’s love
About the Creator
Erin Lucas
she/her
Multimedia Creator, Writer, Educator, Nonprofit Organizer
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