Scent
Her scent... How I wish, I breathe her! The fragrance of her locks, Of peaches and orchids The touch of her skin, Of some pearl and satin. The hug, bearing all the perfume Of hers like a glowstick. How I wish, I breathe her! Her scent...
Her scent... How I wish, I breathe her! The fragrance of her locks, Of peaches and orchids The touch of her skin, Of some pearl and satin. The hug, bearing all the perfume Of hers like a glowstick. How I wish, I breathe her! Her scent...
Here, a speaker is caught up in missing a woman, and the clearest way they can express it is through smell. The poem opens and closes with the same lines, "Her scent...
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