T: Sense Impressions

Sense Impressions

A thistle in your knickers
A savoury peach 'round the back of your neck
Silk and whole-milk haunches (I cannot believe)
Graphic Hair I will not figure -
The whole picture of numbers, the overwhelming stench

If I breathe a draught of breath deeply
The peaty flavour of you, such a finely brewed tea
Stimulates strange fleshy hammers
Aching of ages

There's also a shark's fear, poise to savage
Challenging me
Ballsy eyes from shorter below -
It just rouses