Shakespeare and Mellow Synesthesia
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Our poetry allows the best of realms.
Vanilla taste is heard and seen. Rhyme’s smell
Can be a velvet touch. At poets’ helms
Directions can be whispered as pastel
Perfumes in tastefulness, the soft surprise
When first those lips you want come near enough
For you to kiss, vanilla in the eyes
That you have lit your incense for. The rough
Is pinkly mauved by poets. Flavor mild
As beauty ever was becomes the rule
In every sense. The smell is Oscar Wilde
In fairytales and sonnets, sweetly cool.
The poets wield this sublimating sense
To sense. Their poetry defies each fence.
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