As I arrive at home
my senses are
describing the
unexplainable ~
guiding my steps
as I entered the
house ~ shaping my
thoughts
There were distinctive
scents that filled several
rooms in our home
aloe
and eucalyptus --
-- maybe even a hint of
sweet cicesly
which
christened the foyer
crumbled bath salts
lined
the hallway
floor and
stuck to the
bottom of
my bare feet
as I
passed over
them-- they told
me stories of deceit
and I tried not to listen
I followed
the broken
aroma
of Bay Rum
that misted
the air and it lured me
to our private
resting place
and the closer
I got to the
bedroom I could
feel the droplets
sprinkling
my body
with bitter-thick
accents of a
liquored rain forest
I was ~ absorbed
For it was my senses
that described the
unexplainable that
day... ~
shaping my thoughts -
molding my uneasy sway
...but
before I could digest
all that I took in
I made my
way to the bedroom--
reaching out my
hand to turn the
stiff knob
opening the naughty-pine
wooden door
The other senses I own
did not prepare me for
what the 'line of sight'
had in store
You and ... she
were ... ~~
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA
my senses are
describing the
unexplainable ~
guiding my steps
as I entered the
house ~ shaping my
thoughts
There were distinctive
scents that filled several
rooms in our home
aloe
and eucalyptus --
-- maybe even a hint of
sweet cicesly
which
christened the foyer
crumbled bath salts
lined
the hallway
floor and
stuck to the
bottom of
my bare feet
as I
passed over
them-- they told
me stories of deceit
and I tried not to listen
I followed
the broken
aroma
of Bay Rum
that misted
the air and it lured me
to our private
resting place
and the closer
I got to the
bedroom I could
feel the droplets
sprinkling
my body
with bitter-thick
accents of a
liquored rain forest
I was ~ absorbed
For it was my senses
that described the
unexplainable that
day... ~
shaping my thoughts -
molding my uneasy sway
...but
before I could digest
all that I took in
I made my
way to the bedroom--
reaching out my
hand to turn the
stiff knob
opening the naughty-pine
wooden door
The other senses I own
did not prepare me for
what the 'line of sight'
had in store
You and ... she
were ... ~~
(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA