Sense

Augustus

 

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

  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2016 07:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was reading a novel in which the author said, and I'll paraphrase, "men get goofy around that kind of beauty."
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 24
  • User favorite of this poem: Christina8.
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Comments2

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Augustus

      Thanks Tony.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Christina8

        This is really good rhyming verse. I love the way you describe a womans beauty. Almost sensual. Awesome!

        • Augustus

          Thanks Chrissy. Hugs.



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