Linger

Your smell lingers on, and on
sometimes in my mind, sometimes
wrapped around me like a veil,
not hiding me, exposing me.
Its very prescence opening me up
like a rose in the chill morning.
Your scent waking my passion
for the heat of bright burning sun,
to soak up energy, store it
for you, like a gift, i'd give
you something you already had,
but let it be so truly real,
you'd feel like it was a new
experience, like it had been
hidden away, underneath the
excess of life, the weight of
the ordinary. In your wreath
of scent i live, and bloom
into the flower of your desire.