If you were a whiff of fragrance

I would smell you

In an inhale of alluring trust

Your skin would feel like a crazy mix

Of hot chocolate

And the sea at dusk

Your thoughts would rise up

From the depths

Heady odors of earthy musk

That the drops of first rain

Boldly unlock

From the lap of the sun-baked dust

Sometimes a jasmine breath would drown me

Ever so softly

And I would know it's your tender care

Tangy swirls of winsome joys dancing

In smiles

And light steps of crispy mountain air

Some moods would touch me with heavy hands

Sizzling edges

Smelling of the stillness before a storm

At times I would inhale your pristine tears

A tender essence

Of dewdrops, and the quietly flaming dawn

It's then, that I would send you

On a gentle breeze

Healing scents of the falling rain

To unravel your enchanting mysteries

And fragrant cocktails

Till I'm drunk on your fumes, once again 

© Manic Sylph 2016