sharp edges feeling still,
as jasmine drifted from your mouth;
heart’s golden light revealed.
Your taste was drenched in perfume,
the shape rolled round my tongue,
as love lit anchored feelings;
the notes seductive hung.
In blistered, bursting moments,
the truth of all you were,
had dressed that one sweet meeting;
of flesh, of mind, of soul.
For today’s prompt, I invite you to play around with mixing up those senses. It’s not necessary to write a complete poem in synesthesia, just include an incident in which you invite your readers to taste, or see, or hear, or touch, or smell something that defies the sense you are using.