A Sense of Being

You smell the fishy atmosphere As a distant pounding draws you near. You lick the salt from your hand. Your feet find coolness in wet sand. A delicious aroma hangs in the air. The buzzing of bees tells you beware. The sweetness of fruit picked from the vine And the the prick of a finger, not by design. Sweet sweat and powder rise to your nose. You hear a giggle as you tickle little toes. A milk-laced kiss lingers on your lip While all softness and warmth rests on your hip. The smell of clean sheets and soap all around. Your synchronized breathing is the only sound. Enjoy the taste of his lips as he kisses you goodnight And the touch of a loved one holding you tight. Just a day in the life of one who is blind And a look into an insightful mind. Janece Terry November 20, 2019 A poem written for a smell, sound, taste and touch challenge.