Synesthesia

Dancing to the song of 7
tasting pink and blue and green
seeing in the colors love and joy
touching emotion
speaking in hue
synesthesia, when I think of you
I can't remember your name
But, I've seen you before
dancing on my neuronal dance floor
I like this pen, it changes the shape of my thought
slower to write
more time to see
to watch my simplicity
emerge from chemistry
and catch a nerve
one way ticket
to my page, two-dimensional plane
you be one, I'll be the other
we come together, not touching
a song, not singing
your breath, I'm breathing
straight up
and down
forward
and back
yaw and strain
impervious domain
someone's watching
I don't care
they find it unfair
for us to be here
and they to be there
they can watch all they want
we've come here to flaunt

sticky fingers
stuck in a groove
the more I think
the more we move
near to me
then away
See? We dance
we dance
we dance
and move to the beat
beat
heartbeat
brain treat

when my pen flows
memories slow

when the ink is on my fingers
I linger
over the body
I create