Your Scent Lingers
Your scent lingers
on the tops of my pillows
like a butterfly hovers
over the shade of the sunflower.
Your lips cloud my mind.
Stormy yet seductive.
I cannot focus nor breath nor speak without
a crippling, blood-boiling, memory
of the soft backs of your hands and the crimson blush of your mouth and the warm cave that is your neck.
It’s freedom by your side and I’m swallowed.
it’s an ease into a golden joy and I’m hooked.
It’s wrong and it’s right but your scent lingers and my mind meanders.