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5 Senses, 4 Seasons
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August 2002 Poetry Taste.
Yours…
remains on my lips.
So sweet,
I yearn for your kiss.
Warming,
like cocoa,
on a chilly winter’s night.
~
Scent.
I inhale it,
and breathe deep.
Your scent is all over me.
Traces of where you’ve been.
Soothing,
like the sound,
of gentle springtime rain.
~
Sound.
I hear your voice.
So gentle.
Words flow from your lips.
I listen to this love in words,
like the chirping,
of summer’s calling birds.
~
Sight.
My eyes are fixed on you.
The way you move.
Your body language.
Just watching you.
Like drifting leaves,
in Autumn’s wind.
~
Touch.
Oh your touch.
Unlike anything on this earth.
Sending chills down my spine,
yet warming me at the same time.
Nothing compares,
to your touch.
~
Winter.
Spring.
Summer.
Fall.
Taste.
Scent.
Sound.
Sight,
and touch like no other.
Two people.
5 Senses.
4 Seasons.
Body and soul.
One true love.
~*~ Jill ~*~
This is a good poem Jilly....I like it, I love it, I want some more of it!
I like the way you wove together the seasons and the senses. You picked good examples and stated them well. However, I think you'll be well served to put in a line that explicitly states that all seasons are contained in the touch. It would add more consitency to the work, and emphasize the parrallel structure of the stanzas. Good poem.
-thomas