Precious nerves

 It was a stew of emotions, thoughts, hopes and fears.
My sensations soaked it up like bread.
My head swelled, eyes looking for leftovers.
The pressure a headache though now dissapating

Even with the stove turned off the thoughts continued cooking it all.
The strange shapes I pictured for many nights coming clear
forming into people and situations flavors and textures.
I've left my precious nerves oversoftening in the pot.

Avoid spilling salt or spice.
T'is quite a mouthful.
A stew of emotions,
ardent tones and extreme sensations