Augustus

Sense

You are sensual.

I taste the air before you bloom

Into a crowded room–

Silently–

My retina vibrate in your radiance.

Ecstasy sweats your perfume–

Hair stroked from the weaver\'s loom.

I stare–

My five senses sound your womb.

Our temples touch and thoughts give sway.

My sixth sense screams to stay away.

Augustus / Folsom / October 2016