Synesthesia
Lying here, staring
at the ceiling, senselessly
floating in a wealth of senses
missing you so incredibly much
that I can see your voice, purple
and red, soothing and passionate.
I can hear your eyes, that gaze
slow like a sleeping skylark,
and voracious as the ever-
hungry sea, the tides.
I can feel your voice, its vibrant
vibrato and its calming waves
of sound, of sound.
I can taste your touch, rusty
like a copper nail exposed
and spicy as a pepper, the taste
of which never really disappearing.
I am staring at the ceiling, senseless
in this wealth of senses, these memories,
thoughts and fantasies. Until you return.
at the ceiling, senselessly
floating in a wealth of senses
missing you so incredibly much
that I can see your voice, purple
and red, soothing and passionate.
I can hear your eyes, that gaze
slow like a sleeping skylark,
and voracious as the ever-
hungry sea, the tides.
I can feel your voice, its vibrant
vibrato and its calming waves
of sound, of sound.
I can taste your touch, rusty
like a copper nail exposed
and spicy as a pepper, the taste
of which never really disappearing.
I am staring at the ceiling, senseless
in this wealth of senses, these memories,
thoughts and fantasies. Until you return.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Skydancer: | Dinsdag, juni 05, 2012 12:20 |
| I loved it , well written. Thank you, Greets, Skydancer. |
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| kelo ami: | Maandag, juni 04, 2012 10:59 |
| mooi echt mooi... groetjes |
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| killea: | Maandag, juni 04, 2012 08:03 |
| sensual and emotive zg xx j |
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| trucker klaas: | Maandag, juni 04, 2012 01:37 |
| i am staring at the figure of your tekst and it looks like a keyhole ;) fraai geheel ,klaas |
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