My Senses

tasted. in a breathe
the quickness of 500, 25 thousand, 600 minutes.
watched, in a blink
the unraveling of tissue by the hundreds.
took in the smell, wafting of sweets and homemades.
heard, swiftly
the rustling of taffeta, yellow ruffles
hoisted upon two thin legs.
touched, the softness of a face
that only can be the blossoming reflection of a girl whom I've known for years.