Senses

The senses
feed us
information
ephemeral and brief
enters
for a short time
Then exits
like a thief

a rose with dewdrops
A hovering kestrel
A kitten playing
Your lover asleep
fresh baked bread
Spring flowers
Crushed Basil
A loved body


velvet
Skin
A climbing rope
A cold beer

garlic
Chilled Chablis
sea on the wind
Fresh pesto

cats footsteps
baby sleeping
owl hoot
lovers groan of pleasure

the senses,
like poems
feed us
in bursts
each glimpse
bite or sniff
complete
in itself
but part
of a whole
picture