*EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: Bringing some of my favorite previously published poems back to the front page
Submitted by Sam Rose
The day smells like yellow with a hint of blue
and you look like petrichor –
a little misty around the edges
a haze following you
and who am I, I ask,
now the whisky has stopped
obstructing my view
who are we, in this fresh
morning with dew on our lips,
beads of it at the ends of our hair
and who will we turn into after
noon, when the sun is burning loudly
when our eyes can’t block out the noise
and my hands still smell like your voice
I breathe you in
and wonder if your mouth still
feels like how I looked the night before
spongey with alcohol and thirst
stretched with smiles and open, wild
tongue trying to dampen the fuzzy inside
of your cheek, like dew trying to reach
a dandelion seed
About the Poet
Sam Rose is a writer and editor from Northamptonshire, England. She is the editor of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine and The Creative Truth. Her work has appeared in several literary magazines. Sam is a cancer survivor and primarily uses her experiences with this to write poetry and memoir.
Vita Brevis Press. 
Wow. Great twists with the senses.
I think I remember this one. I love the intermixing of senses, and the van Gogh is perfect (of course). 🙂