"5. Speak: 'Yes, Virginia...'" © Chris Eisenbraun 2000.
This is a very hard one to write a quick one line explanation for because it was SUCH a momentous time in my life. This poem was a present (To: Gary).

1. TASTE: (St.) Nick once sent
    an interesting proposition my way
    that produced an introduction
    which occasioned...an uncorking...
    of the unusually potent kind.

2. BREATHE: A heady aroma
    of sauteed, melting clocks served
    with clarified (in)sanity...
    as Twilight arrives (just in
    time for fresh ground coffee).

3. HEAR: Whispers...delicately
    wrapped in rose petal sheets,
    warmed by the heat of molten lips
    ...trailing languidly 'cross pliant flesh.

4. PICTURE: Rainbow colored
    passion gently falling on painted
    yellow deserts...and flowering
    mighty leaps from (mere) cows
    ...above smiling moons.