7 Senses

Seven senses I sing to you:

One is of touch
when the fingers draw close
to remember the sway of your body.

One is of sight
that watches your stride as you walk
to the burning rhythm of life.

One is of taste
which finds your mouth buried
deep within the passion of mine.

One is of hearing
that listens for the sound of your voice
that tells me your eyes are my home.

One is of smell
when my face is buried deep
in the sweet perfume of your hair.

One is of mind
which stands in awe of your words
that burn and soothe at the same time.

And one is of heart
that echoes and sings to the very one
who is now calling me to come,
calling me to marvel, calling me
to the most distant of shores

where God has no name

save for yours
which is written in my soul.