When seeing numbers
I'm also seeing forms like
17 which is angular and pointy as an irregularly formed star
And 54, like a ball but somehow oval and pillowy,
And 1, a simple cuboid.
When reading or even hearing words
I'm also tasting them just as
Door tastes of dark chocolate with lots of crispies
And time tastes of sweet lemon jam
And science tastes of pure ginger and lemon.
When playing the piano
I'm also smelling the notes and accords, so for me
The G smells of hot chocolate
And the D smells like essential rose oils
And the F smells of lemon-flavoured taffy.
That's only some of what happens to me
Broadly called synaesthesia
And I love it, not coz it's part of me
Like my very own symphony
(What it is, too)
But coz it's also like a universe
Which can only be
Entered by me
And which is ready to be explored.