My senses are on fire.
I notice every little detail.
Even when I'd rather not.
My senses are on fire.
Your smell, sweet, like
roses and chocolate, but
not quite.
My senses are on fire.
Your singing, like the
Sound of birds and the
Wind, but not quite.
My senses are on fire.
Your skin, smooth as
The surface of a still,
Clear lake, but not quite.
My senses are on fire.
Your beauty, so much
More beautiful than this poem,
That I wish they were comparable.
But not quite.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
