I smell with one nose, an ancient black rose
a memory lingering, briefly exposed.
I see with two eyes, through shadows and lies,
a secret revealing, wrapped in disguise.
I hear with my hears, three falling tears,
echoing softly, heightening my fears.
I taste with my tongue, my panic's begun,
four sides enclosed, melded as one.
I touch with my hands, a sinister plan,
five fingers discerning where I do stand.
I sense with my mind, a thought so unkind,
I'm trapped six feet under....
in a bottle of wine.
taken from the back of the Sixth Sense Syrah wine bottle I drank tonight.
