The following poem shows what I believe to be more than the 5 senses we are taught, but rather 10 senses, what I call our alter senses. We have a literal and a spiritual sense. If you take the sense of sound, you hear a voice literally with your ears, but in your mind days or even years later, your spiritual sense can replay the that voice just as it once was. That is true of all 5 senses, giving you a total of 10.
ALL MY SENSES
I hear you talking, but you speak not a word.
So many ways to speak, of all these things I’ve heard.
If I were deaf, I know I still could hear,
All the things you said to me, I hold so close and dear.
If I lost my sense of taste, the effect would be only mine.
You have enough for both of us, with grace of finest wine.
If I were suddenly blind, in my mind I still could see,
The picture of your beauty, and the way you look at me.
If I lost my sense of touch, I know I still could feel,
The softness of your touch, and to know that is was real.
If I lost my sense of smell, in my mind, that scent lingers on,
To remind me of your presence, long after you are gone.
A sense you never hear about, but it’s worth a mention here,
Is the sense of memory, the loss of which I fear.
To lose this sense, would seem to bring an end,
To all I have of you, and break a heart that would not mend.