The Six Senses of Unrequited Love
Sight
Your eyes are riptides, they've pulled me in,
To the torrent beneath your grin.
I'm slowly drowning, within your depths,
Sinking into what from me you've kept:
A heart whose echo in me resides
While mine in you shall only sigh.
For while I wait for you in vain,
I doubt you'll feel as I; in pain.
Scent
You smell of fresh linen,
A fragrent fabric folded over me,
Wrapped around my head,
As does a python on what it's fed.
Its coils have crept around my corpse,
Wearing me without a hint of remorse.
I wear it too, like a turban,
Made of the blood I've drenched in bourban.
For every whiff of you is but a drink,
Of a delicious toxic tonic stink.
Sound
Your voice is dessert to my hungry ears,
A creamy delight made by chocolatears,
Which roars for those with the sweetest of teeth,
A treat full of tricks and bars of heath.
The ding-dong gong sound that melts from you,
Is a caramel melt-in-my-mouth chew.
I hear it, then, I crave it when
You are not hear, or I hear other men.
For to me your lips sing songs of sugar,
While to you, it seems, mine's a sneeze of bugars.
Taste
My tongue is chaste of what I've never tasted:
Your lips whose sound on me is wasted.
They're salty, savory, soft and sweet like wine,
In dreams when they are all over mine.
If I could die but have one wish,
I'd wish for you and me to kiss.
For I feel a love that I fear, you know,
For you that on no other man I may bestow.
All I taste is your gobstop tease,
On my tongue; untouched, unpleased.
Touch
You've touched me all over with your hands,
Those hands that hail from foreign lands.
For their olive tincture and brown-bristled knuckles,
Are alien tendrils tugging at the undone buckle,
Of my belt as you abduct and probe me in dreams,
Where love for life and laughter, it seems,
Are possible for me when I'm held together,
With you in a wrapped sicle in your hands of leather.
Alas as the ass from Fitzgerald's book,
Your touch is but a blink with a greenish look.
Mind's Eye
You wish to open what I wish I didn't,
The door to the mind that's been kept hidden.
Locked with a key made into skeleton,
Open it, like me, you'll turn into gelatin.
A gooey glob with a glutinous grip,
On this life that you'll feel as an acid trip.
Sights, smells, sounds, and tastes will be but touch,
To your mind, yet will feel like nothing much.
For in this life we've limited all to the senses,
Limited to past, present and future tenses.
We've lived lies in our eyes,
And when they see they'll cry,
As you hear horrors in your ears,
That were once filled with cheers.
An oderous smoke will rise through your nose,
As the barriers between you and everything goes.
Then you will touch, with your mind,
The world that they've been hidden behind;
A curtain hung by wizards,
And creepy crawly lizards.
Fear not for in all of this madness, there'll be,
A hint of love you'll always find in me.
Whether platonic, romantic of even distant,
Think of my name and I'll be there in an instant.
For when there is nothing 'tween you and all,
We'll be one as long as you remember to call.
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