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.

Powerful Friends.

Your smile
Those eyes
Your warmth
They care
I see
and feel
the truth

My fear
disburses
The heartache
forgotten
Relaxed
I am
not who
I was

Where are
you friend?
Give me
respite
from pain
again
Take me
away
Relief is
palpable bliss

Despise/Despair.

When you’ve been in pain
for so long
Can’t work out how to fix
what’s wrong
Doubting you have the strength
to carry on
Will you see the dawn break
or night continue strong
There is no comfort, it seems
nowhere you belong
Hear not the words of others
single voice nor throng
Feel nothing outside of self
misery’s siren song
Draws you in deep
nothing feels wrong
There is only one hope, soon
the end will come along