Sinesteta

Srce mi zaigra u stomaku
kada ti čujem miris u pivskoj peni.
Zaškrgućem zubima kada te prospu
na tek dosoljenu žudnju.
Mućkaju mi oči kao kockice
sve one senke izloženih lutaka bez šminke,
sve one trepetljike nage i povijene u struku
i svi asterizmi u šoljici kafe.
Prokleta sinestezija,
nedelja me uvek napije tobom.

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