| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Midsummer Night You are the scent I close my eyes and breathe in deep, darkly, with a full ache inside me. An ache diving into my veins and along each bone of my body longing to devour you whole. You are the scent that covers my skin, floating along softly, as I slip away into sleep somewhere in the breath of night while the trees sway and sigh outside our window. And in the morning you are the scent that wakes me, mingled with coffee from an old mug nestled by my elbow, pulling me from slumber to a hot shower fresh and flowing across my face. You are the scent that masks and reveals my hopes and fears, shifting and tinting my every move and thought, so I am forever waiting to find you around the corner, to feel your hand and touch your face. You are the scent that is only a step or moment away from where I am living in time today. |
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