By Opeyemi Salami
My body is designed with pores, cavities and openings
That tell me the story of the world
And teach me about my base desires.
I have relied on the wonders of the five senses
Since I was below six and soundly sensible.
After sixteen, another growing sense came to the scene-
Different… with its depth, felt, but its location unknown
The Sixth Sense was treacherous and daring
Interfering with my thoughts,
Overriding the judgement of other senses.
Sometimes I feel it crawl up in my skin
Giving me dreamy visions and watery mouth.
I wonder if it dulls my primary senses
Or gives them a new consciousness.
My heart was yearning, wandering, wanting…
Until I found you through the antennas of the new sense.
Something in you echoed my condition
Giving me back a better image of my mind;
Championing chapters of a new story.
I could feel that you also have the sixth sense
Whose name is unknown but its effects are describable:
It is like a voice in my heart calling out to just you;
without words that can be seen or heard.
And yours with a corresponding return
That informs and excites with intangible drums.
In the zone where these senses communicate,
There are colours and bubbles and singing
And an ultimate epiphany that reverberates
Anytime I see, hear, smell, touch or taste you.
