Temporary
Tempo
Temperature
Aperture
Miniature
Miniscule
Ridicule
Rid myself of feeling
This
Feel absolutely anything but
This
Forget anything exists but
This
Enraptured
Encapsulated
Swept up in this sensation
That presses my senses
Pulls down the defenses
And this
Is only
Temporary
I really liked this poem. The opening was interesting as it was like word association that led into the poem.
Great sense of the stress of ‘this’ in the one-line beat of your poem – beautiful use of assonance and consonance in your word choice.