Sent over neural pathways
the sight of a scent
could make one wax
transcendent:
Yankee Candle

Budding one’s tongue,
the sound of a taste
may disturb the ears
as aural astral waste:
Monosodium Glutamate

To feel her touch
might batter one’s senses
when her sight is beheld
beyond defenses:
Tear Gas

Sin is apt
to skew such lapses.
Sin’s esthetic
glimpsed in apses
acts as anesthetic;
dulls our enhanced ecstatic senses:
a synthetic synaptic celestial deception . . .

Make sense?

prompt:  write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.