All my senses come alive
in the beauty of tree-glow, cinnamon and gold
seep into my skin, neuron-sparked,
I taste the pastel river blues, mint and citrus,
drink the night’s indigo, red wine, vanilla-scented and wood-smoke
hazing the humming moon–
and I dream
of morning sky tasting of peaches and ripe berries
bursting with sweetness.
With trembling fingers, I touch rainbow-lettered you
but love is white light, composed of every color,
holding stars songs of yesterday and tomorrow.
For dVerse, where Grace asked us to write a poem on synesthesia, specifically grapheme color synesthesia, so I hope I got it right.