Poetry's Easy and Prose is Powerful: Srsly (My heart was 3)
One is synaesthesia - 'that's a loud shirt, tom.' 'i'm feeling blue...' why this works, nobody knows. but you'll learn about that trick, and many more... in poetry.
Synesthesia
To colour, to breathe and taste The arcs of light across the ears; Racing stripes of taste and sound Careening wild--in concentric circles To find the bull's-eye point of progress Where we, as living museums, Do store each speck of feeling. And...
Past me, the Present: Jump!
Just as reality submerges into the synaesthesia of the quantum dream, making corporeal existence meaningless - you squeeze ... squeezed ... will squeeze ... my paw.
Limerent Object (parts 11-15)
It is not anything so grand as synaesthesia. i don't think that voicing my sins actually tastes like an artificial sweetness, one so sweet that it hurts your teeth despite the implicit promise that it not do that.