scent
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The only thing I wish to be
is engrossed in your scent
to smell your masculinity
it feel like you never went
as I find endless possibility
while I lay imagining
That heavy cigarette scent, intertwined with his cologne, lingered in the little space between us.
It is amazing
How one thing
Can trigger multiple
Memories
A scent
A place
A song
A person
An object
AAnd what happens
To those memories
When we get older
odd how i think ofYou in the spice aisleof the grocer near my homewhich sits empty,waiting forYour bodyto fill it with the smell of rosemary andsmoke. if only i had time
Ginger and Persimmons
the scent of desert far
mixed with spice and orient
of mystery
and of death
the wisdom
of a dying man
held beneath the desert sky
whispers of an ancient time
rose scented tea
wafting from the cup
placed so gently
on the maple table top
porcelain pot
and sloping sides
of a gentry type
delicate and prim
the amber brown
and tinted gold
I know all you have is me
And that I will never be enough
But I will bind our love together
With such a force
I will shoot fireworks from the tip of my tongue every time I speak of you
Walking down the street, the scent
Hit me, crawling its way up my nose,
Triggering the memories of her, and
The smell of the warm cake, followed
By the longing beep from the oven.
