What if you read the world through another sense? What about smell? What would your world look like then? From a challenge at dVerse…
Alien Eyes
Sniff sniff I can smell their fear.
Sniff sniff I can smell their hope.
I can smell their desires seeping
through their unfurred thin skins.
Head cocked I can hear their hearts.
Head tilted I can hear their breath.
I can hear their nervous swallow
down from a dry weak mouth.
Whiskers twitch I sense their heat.
Whiskers twitch I sense their pain.
I can sense their body changing
from waiting to fighting to flight.
My eyes don’t see so well.
I don’t get these wild patterns
and colors they wear and wave.
My eyes don’t see so well.
I don’t understand their need
to be changing their shape.
My senses, alien and strong,
capture what they think
they are hiding from me
but they only
hide it from
themselves.
copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski
Sunflower Poetry 