23 December 2010

Scent Of You


Slept with scent of you too rich
to wash away, felt the need
conspire within to play in
rhythms wild and freed – drank the
greedy juices leading me

No fragrant wonderment should
cast a spell in heady scent
or have the power to bend a
will and sway one’s reasoning –
bewildering as it might

If it’s a dream I will not
wake for fear that takes the breath
away; this is a place I
have to be, an ecstasy of
harmony unleashed by
scent of you in me
© 30 June 2010, I. D. Carswell