Senses.

Sight. Sight is knowledge, the endless flow of inspiration and endless joy which only he can give me. Hearing. Hearing is a gateway, the opening that gives me power to understand the ways his voice inspires me. Taste. Taste is never on it's own, but always there, the dryness and the hunger that bakes like Saharan heat when he is not around. Smell. Smell is the experience of being close, being in such a vicinity that nothing else exists. And Touch. Touch is love, an acid sense of bliss in which everything is fire and he is everything but. I sense him. And I live.