The Six Senses

In the midst of a random crowd
I wonder and roam about.
To a wondrous girl of few words
I bestow my verse and my world.

To unravel the story I might
Say I needn’t my eyes and my sight.
Lies before me an infinite tunnel,
An enchanting, mysterious funnel.

I can taste neither hunger, nor air –
Just one image so graceful and fair.
Any language, which touches my tongue
Speaks of only and solely one.

When your music caresses my ear
I can’t help, but a Goddess I hear.
Every word of yours sweetly beguiles.
Any other  - cacophony’s child.

In the odorous choir of smells
I can only one fragrance foretell –
Of your eyes: their magic and mead,
Though I know not where they lead.

Having rapidly traveled so much,
I arrive to perception by touch:
I have lost the nefarious sense
In my senses' voluptuous dance.

It appears I still haven’t met
The most splendid and powerful yet.
Where’s the wand that uncovers the sixth?
Where dreams and reality mix…

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