Excitement in the Air all around us. Our breath, Fogs of beginnings.

A scent of churro Lingers like a shroud of mist In my nostril’s depths.

Trumpets sound, war drums— A song of celebration. And our throats give out,

Reaching for a hand Among all the bodies, slick With drops of moonlight.

My lovers lips still Candied at the thought of mine, Teeth rotten and sweet.

SIGHT: The sighting Celestial body Lighting up the sky with bright stars. The sight of moths in the sky.

**SMELL: ** The fumes of earthy greens freshly cut on the ground with life sprouting near. The scent of life filling my nose with pleasure-fullness. There is not much more to ask for because this is substance for mere me.

SOUND: Critters cries are heard in the leafy green garden with fruits and veggies. The fruits and veggies are begging me to play in the mud-splattered ground. The trees are pleading for me to climb up their woody branches and trunks.

TOUCH:

My hand grazing the coarse leafy ground like sandpaper scratching my hand. The trees are very textured as if they were another human life. I couldn’t help but feel like I belonged here in this murky world.

**TASTE: **

I attempted to eat the earthy leafs they taste like a pungent sock. However, the fruits and veggies are very scrumptious, juicy and sweet. When I lick a tree branch that was not pleasant it taste like the green leafs.

We’re all wearing black And nobody looks happy We’re all sad you’re gone

Muffled sobs come out Intermittent from others The loudest silence

The back of my throat Is filling with acrid bile I want to throw up

I feel the wood grain Digging into my elbows The pain distracts me

The air here is stale It lingers inside my nose The faint smell of death

Sight Your eyes like a diamond and mine you say a midnight moon look into each other forever

Sound Your laughter shakes the trees My laughter tinkling like bells around me The two a perfect harmony

Taste Your lips sweet on mine Taste oddly of lavender and sweet vanilla Happiness taste just like this

Smell Your mohogany colone on leather my fancy perfume on a cotton dress Creating an utterly mesmerizing scent

Touch Your leather on my hands My cotton dress being gripped by yours is a simple hug goodbye

Sight: Lanterns aglow, bright Fireworks paint the night sky Colors dance and fade

Smell: Smoky barbecue Wafts through air thick with spices Tempting aromas

Sound: Laughter and music Mingle with distant thunder Summer's symphony

Touch: Grass tickles bare feet Breeze caresses heated skin Cool droplets of rain

Taste: Sweet cotton candy Melts on tongue, sticky fingers Summer's fleeting treat

Little white flowers Pop up in little neat rows Soil glistens with dew

Aroma tickles The senses, flower meets garlic And mint, clove, basil

Every so often Small bodies whizz past the ears Black, yellow, buzzing

Raspberries from bush Explode, tart, juicy and sweet There’s no better bite

Plants are delicate For the human touch, so we Must tread carefully

my coach and my team girls practicing and stretching green all around me

I take a long breath the bright smell of fresh cut grass fills my nose and heart

whoosh! as the ball soars clink! as my ball hits the pin nice shot! they tell me

the sweat on my palms the short grass against my knee as I read the break

a granola bar to give me more energy and minty lip balm

(Already a year? Damn, time flies. Thanks everyone.)

A purple icon As night closes in I read Many creative words

I can basically Smell the chaos from satire And death from horror

I don’t hear noises Besides the clicking letters And my own breathing

I brush the words here Imagining meeting you Your words have saved me

A taste of a place The far away unknown home Safe haven for all.

Sand and some pebbles, Mossy plants and large rough rocks, Underneath my feet.

Salty water smell, Bringing sweet memories, With each slow inhale.

You Taste the water, The salty familiar taste, Coating your dry tounge.

Each bird sings a song, The waves beat against the sand, Children laugh and play.

The water deep blue, The sand a calm hugh of Brown, The Ocean awakes.

Sight

Cherry blossoms fall, Soft petals kiss the still pond— Spring’s gentle embrace.

Sound

Whispering pines hum, A distant owl calls at dusk— Nature’s lullaby.

Taste

Bitter green tea sips, Lingering warmth on the tongue— Zen in every drop.

Touch

Silk kimono glides, Cool breeze against warm skin— Sensual delight.

Smell

Sweet plum incense burns, Fragrant trails in temple air— Memory’s perfume.