Senses

Your words, they move.
Over the page,
And under the grain.

Your voice, it holds.
Over the crowd,
Whispering aloud.
Your touch, it stings.
Amidst the chaos,
This living seance.
Your scent, it sings
Through my spirit,
Dragging me with it.
Your taste, it burns
Every bud, alight;
My desire, a fight.