synesthesia
a poem
If I had synesthesia, the world would be a kaleidoscope of pink-crimson-vermillion as the love I feel for you is realised, made technicolour.
A splash of orange-tangerine licks the edges, fire-like as my heart swells. Each breath a declaration, a downpour, a revelation; blue-indigo-ultramarine, cool like fire, as air from my lungs confirms your existence.
Swathes of shimmering copper-claret-rose caress my skin, tracing the path your fingers just left. If I had synesthesia.
Lisa is a poet and writer, lover and mother, sister and daughter. She lives in a beautiful place, surrounded by forests and water. It is a constant source of inspiration.
