Yes, we here at Under the Aegis enjoy poetry... well one of us does and this one actually has more than a few published. Here's one.

Under Synesthesia

Sight stretched to a thread

tied behind the mind

the knot tightens and cuts

into the available light.

(masked marauders mime a play of cruelty).

Taste with the texture of sand

melts in the forge of breath

and drops as tears to burn

away the memories.

(trembling and thirsty, no water is given).

Sounds of bitter harmony

blend into thick vinegar

a sour damp flavor

rings with the hiss of air.

(the bells and whistles mock rhythm).

Touching the fragrant white

pressure, lavender bleeds in

germinating roots, thin tendrils,

along stale still appendages.

(blood is drawn on the wall).

Scents of violet and platinum light

scatters through a prismatic field

and attaches to the attendants

as they become a transparent illuminated stench.