The senses
You tasted like
poetry
Marigold fields
And the hum of white noise
You felt like
The afternoon on an autumn's day
Scholastic book fair
The local Pumpkin patch
You looked like
A flowing creek
The word on the tip of my tongue
And Freshly cut up fruit
You smelled like
Freedom. And art
You sounded like
You.
This poem is about:
Me