The Senses
My friend with synesthesia once told me
That my laughter looks like stars sprinkling themselves around a soft fuzzy moon
When I laugh so hard I snort it’s like a spray of pink lemonade
A yell of frustration escapes my mouth with golden daggers
And anger in my tone tastes like chiles
But it always ends with the flavor of rich dark chocolate when my mood dissipates
Embracing in a hug kindles the smell of roasting marshmallows
And my quiet sobs smell of lavender
A sad song I hum leaves traces of a swirling blue mist
While a series of maroon circles surround my silent self
Excitement springs from me sparking the fuse of glorious red fireworks
And they sense it all
My friend with synesthesia experiences me
They accept me
I am one
Sight
Sound
Scent
Touch
Taste
Combined and connected to the universe