sensory

curliques and spirals
smoke rising, circling our heads
swirling in and out of nostrils flared
in and out of our minds, also flared
playing games with the lights
colors swirling just as much
as the smoke
can colors be fragrant?
the incense tells me so
as do the shadows
carrying dark, fragrant stories
as the light tries to steal them
and run away with them into our eyes
forget about your ears
they are already too full
the aromatic music encloses all around
your senses
taking over, hijacking your soul
no need for safety, the music
the notes
do it all
safe within the arms of a family-like crowd
so warm, just right
and infusing all
that self-same aroma
the lights, colors, music, community
no need for more