Blown roses waft what is described as scent,
But bending near and inhaling, we find
Much more - - an essence of unfixed, heaven-sent
Spirit-core, being itself - - - not minding
Invasion by others. - - The rose accepts
Intrusion into it's space, graciously.
Finger-tips brushing each other's skin begins
Invisible contact too - - - - human soul's
Softest approach is touch, tenderly rings
Bells to awaken ecstasy's boldness.
Warmth, invoking sensual thrill wraps close
Around caring hearts - - to comfort wholly.
Silence is toweringly tall, if observed
And heard as beauty, quiet places drench
Us in an awareness all their own, nervous
We may be of yielding to unfenced
Solitude, but the cosmos when entered
Listens with us. - Senses are universal.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/senses-delight/
