A Poem

For the moments when love lingers in our senses, and spirit speaks through memory. — Casandra

Fill My Senses With You

Fill my senses, utterly, with you. 

From my sight, when my gaze seeks to find you,

With every glance, my sight drinks you in, 

I see more than form, I see your truth, 

Your deep, fathomless browns, your rebellious, 

Wild riot of you curly strands, a symphony of being. 

Unearthed essence, I find past the vessel

Yeah, in that vision, all is revealed, all is light. 

My world brightens. 

A kaleidoscope of every memory, vivid. 

Every fiber in my being, saying yes to good things, 

Saying yes to everything I see. 

Fill my senses with you.

When I breath the world in, 

Your essence still entwines with my memory’s breath. 

A phantom scent that calms my restless soul. 

When I seek stillness, my meditation, my hesitation, 

Your whispers, a soft current, flow near my ear. 

With my head on your chest, every breath, every beat, 

Resonating in a single moment, meant to be. 

Whispers transform into presence. 

Magic woven into music, 

The gentle sedation of every shadow, every doubt. 

Each and every echoed word, a precious offering, 

Filling my cup, healing my body and lifting my spirit. 

An ever upward to higher ground, 

The blooming boundless light. 

Fill my senses with you. 

On my lips, a phantom sweetness, I still taste. 

A whisper of our first tender kiss, 

A ghost of joy i wish to live again and again, 

Right here, right now, upon my lips. 

On my hips, I feel the echo of your touch, 

The undeniable impression of your arms wrapped around, 

Your lips then fingers trace across my head, 

Blessing me in every way. 

Holding me fast, your protective embrace. 

A shield of grace, intertwined connection of sacred and safe space. 

A haven, founded in a real, strong undeniable connection. 

A beautiful reflection of love that binds in depths. 

Unweaving truth fill my senses. 

Fill my senses with you. 

Love Always, Casandra

🍃 Reflection:

Some connections linger like scent on skin, like echoes in the breath.

This poem poured out of a moment when I realized how deeply our bodies remember — even after love shifts, even after silence grows.

The senses don’t lie. And in stillness, I’ve learned to listen not to the ache, but to the wisdom inside it.

This isn’t about clinging — it’s about honoring what was real, what woke me up, what reminded me how much I can feel.

Intimacy, when it’s safe and soulful, becomes intuition. And maybe, that’s the most sacred thing we can carry forward.

Some connections linger — not in the mind, but in the body.

In the breath. The skin. The rhythm of memory.

From a moment of quiet when I realized how deeply my senses remember what once felt sacred — and how, even now, I carry traces of that connection.

When intimacy is real, it speaks in all five senses — and sometimes, in a sixth: intuition.

This shaped something in me that doesn’t need to be undone.

And that’s the beauty of healing. We don’t always have to release the memory — we just learn to reinterpret its message.

To feel this much is not weakness. It’s spiritual clarity.

To remember with softness is not regression. It’s reverence.

To write these words is not for “him.”

It’s for me.

And maybe, for you too.

🪞 Quote to Carry With You

“Some connections don’t disappear — they just teach you what you’re ready to remember.”

— Casandra

📝 Journal Prompts

What sensory memories — smells, sounds, touches — remind you of someone or something that changed you? Is there a person or moment that lives in your body more than your mind? What did they awaken in you?

🌿 Soulwork Practice

For the next few days, try this:

Choose one sense each day (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell). Write down how your body remembers something beautiful, sacred, or true — even if it was brief. Ask yourself: What does this memory want me to know about myself today?

Always,

Casandra