"Losing the Senses" by Rosalyn Ostler

Losing the Senses by Rosalyn Ostler One - It fades intermittently-- the perfume of orange blossoms sweet in my nostrils, then a flatline of fragrance, until a later surprise when your face touches mine and the scent of your rushes in. My skin breathes your embrace, Hording for the times of loss. Two – I miss the taste of blackberries, Caramel, fresh cauliflower, of shrimp, Fried mushrooms, root beer, Buttered toast, Hershey’s kisses. Three – As clouds, fluttered leaves, and butterflies dim, my mind scrambles to preserve them. I imprint my brain with sunsets, waterfalls, autumn colors, saving the most precious space for your smile. Four – My ears strain for last sounds Of mockingbirds, crickets and frogs, The creek rushing through a summer night, Tchaikovsky and Alley Cat, laughter Of friends, your lips whispering love. Five – And last – oh please last, My fingers strive to remember Their journeys across your face, Through your hair. My skin craves the communication Of your articulate hands. When numbness cloaks my fingertips, May every touch live in their memory.