With my touch— and you live.
I whiff you smell, you don't smell.
Your existence begins with my quotes.
Sum of my senses, graded from thoughts.
Reads like a riddle, morphed to you, a poem.
Every idea
Every sight
Every taste
Every smell
Every touch
Every sound
Sequencing this triangular elemental warfare.
Internal zappings are weaving this poetry,
Born of riddles which riddle my being.
With transparent warmth, I trade.
Your emptiness, leaves me life.