Shel Graves' Sensorium

Taste: mint, vanilla the live true flavors of fresh leaf and bean Touch: the newborn baby's head, "It's OK to touch his head." Smell: blooms of ground chocolate as if it is growing in the air, Theo Chocolate Sound: cacao, a cuckoo's call or a macaw's Sight: his arm and hand viewed from the side at an odd angle look unfamiliar at first Extra: the world as escaltor, gliding on an ordinary sidewalk; theobromine: Theobroma , genus of trees, Gk, broma , food, fr. bibroskein to devour-more at voracious

Taste: the tart wateriness of organic apple juice, the hard small apple underneath this might have been a Gravenstein Touch: skipping, the body lifts momentarily free from gravity Smell: sweet, floral - jasmine, lilies? my mother's silk dresses, Oscar de la Renta draped down an empty hallway Sound: the harsh, rolling spittal and gutteral r's - the voice of an angered werewolf just this side of brogue Sight: a wick of red hair, an Irish fairy shade, orange and black combined to a hue just this side of normal and inspires deja vu. Have we met? Extra: colored lights reflected in a pool of night, a doorway to another world?