In Its Fullest Dimensions

…is known when no words are spoken; felt when you are not near; seen when night is darkest black; smelled in a scentless room and tasted without need for flavor. It is within my sixth sense, the intuition of my heart, where love is known in its full dimensions.

“Come Slowly” by American poet Emily Dickinson
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars, alights,
And is lost in balms!