Billet- Doux

A love letter of the senses
Ears, mouth, eyes, touch
Each work together to create everlasting sensations that eventually fade away
Until something brings it all rushing back. The waves hit you hard and fast.
A smell, a taste, a vision through eyes of haste.
All those years spent disintegrating the sensation gone to waste.
Nothing's ever really gone, just hiding beneath the layers of looming grey shades.
We are what we see, what we feel, what we hear
We are one another, in small pieces; sometimes in large ones.
His touch, her voice, my strength; they are one.
 The trees, the leaves, the grass, my being; they are one.
Can we see past the physical being and fade away into the energy
That makes us all one
Equals in existence