Soaring.

Skin, bones, flesh
Holding us within
And holding us back

Free of restraint
Much lighter
Would we soar

To lofty goals
Together and apart
Each other racing

Pacing, chasing
Only ever
Onwards and upwards

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[ Sparked by Diwata in Lalaland‘s poem Fictional Reality and also in response to Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 45 – Write a poem which includes climbing ]
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Senses.

I smell them all
Market scents and sounds
surround me
Ripe fruits
Spiced mushrooms
Heady aroma
Your perfume
And I feel

I hear them all
My taste in music
The sounds
The edits
Every note
Complexity and simplicity
Voice and instrument
And I feel

I taste them all
Ingredients I see
Crunchy raw nuts
Seasonal vegetables
Sweet wine
Savouring the meal
Your lips
And I feel

I see it all
How they touch
What she is thinking
The ignored child
The look
Colours
Those curves
And I feel

I touch it all
Silken hair
Scarf
Knitted fabric textures
Smooth tight cotton
Warm skin
It all touches me
And I feel

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[Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt has taken priority over another poem I wrote earlier. The prompt was to use the senses in a description of something. I have taken this further in my own way (yes, I’m a rule-breaker) with an underlying unifying theme. Inspired initially by the music I was listening to while writing earlier.]
Edit: I added the sense of smell, was rushing to press this last night and would have realised the missing if I had let it stew for a day.