SYNÆTHESIA: Alien Senses

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 the might of 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