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Ode to Good Senses
I have the greatest nose I know
I can detect strawberry,
Spiced cinnamon
And encapsulating earth-tones
Of her presence
My ears are tremendous acoustically
Bringing me songs of her laughter
Cocooning me in the
Comforting confines
Of her cooing voice,
Granting warm pathways to her
Innermost ideas
The percussive reassurance of her
Light snoring, like raindrops
Shushing the roof above us
These astonishing eyes of mine
Take in the angles of her smile
At angles where gods and goddess
Are perceived, but pale in comparison
To the sight of her in flannel pajamas
Doubled-over, compressed
Tickled, in-spite of herself
By our silly whimsy
My body is buoyed by
A buffet of sensation
Of touching and tenderness
Of her connection
We cuddle and exalt
Life with definition
We touch and connect
And flush as cells rush
We infuse and blend
Molecules, use, renew
Our fire, chemically tuned
To our new, sacred element
We touch and forge,
We kiss, and sparks tell
We embrace, and I face the folly
Of oneness within our absurd bliss
I taste supernovas
Of past lives
On her lips,
Elemental fire-quenched eclipse
Craving her flavor rewrites code and creed
I drink her in abundance; she is
More than I needed and never enough
But there is something more
Within her, beyond perception
Greater than inhaling her presence
More tremendous than her vibrations
Transcending her astonishing spectrum
More buoyant than her touch
Beyond infinity of her taste
I cannot smell, hear, see, feel, or taste it
But I know it to be the purest form of her
As great as my fine senses are
I am grateful to find
Something greater in her.
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Written for Wifey, on her birthday on November 12.
Shared at Poets United, Poetry Pantry #378.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
This is fantastic! So much gravy here
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Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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A very Happy Birthday to your lovely wife. I hope you read this gem to her. 😊
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I hate the sound of my voice, so probably not. 😉
Thanks for reading.
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Your words are pure love Barry.
Wish your good lady a Happy Birthday from me too.
Anna :o]
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Thanks, Anna. 🙂
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Ooh this is such a beautiful beautiful poem 😀 Wishing your lady a very joyous birthday!!❤️
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Thanks for the compliment! 🙂
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Gorgeous birthday present…. “percussive reassurance” stays with me as a mantra of love and security.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Me Thinks you will earn some brownie points with this one 😉
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I had no idea I could get brownies out of this! Thanks for the heads up!
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Whew! Great Chemistry! Love the enigmatic bit about her.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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This is heart-lifting. I especially love the flannel pajamas, so sweet….and that you find something greater in her. I love more than I need and never enough. True love.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Wow Barry I am blown away by this poem….of the senses you convey and the deep feelings brought out by those senses….tied to them and to something greater beyond words.
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What a wonderful ode to love through all your senses… and even all the senses still leaves you with more to feel… love what you written
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Oh, the beauty of love. It makes poets of us. Beautiful writing.
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A beautiful birthday gift.
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A lovely loving Birthday gift for your wife. Hopefully she has a good sense of humour and tolerance when she reads the snoring bit ,poetically depicted as ‘percussive reassurance’
Lucky you to have an American wife. An Aussie sheila would divest you of your canonicals for that LOL.
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Even the snoring can be comforting as I found in over 50 years of marriage. Hopefully she will love this as the signs of true love are most definitely here.
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spectacular. thank you for letting us share your gift to her
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