Scents

 

The sense of it enticing,
full measure of delight,
the scents of it inviting;
perfumed dance requites.

In aromatic envelope,
your body lingers still,
drifts of distant memory;
grief can never quell.

In fabric folded gift,
clothes no longer worn,
you stay with me eternal;
lost life forever torn.

The sense of it enticing,
full measure of delight,
the scents of it inviting;
perfumed dance denied.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Scents

  1. lynn__ says:

    Yes, the scent of someone lingers in their clothes long after they’re gone…I wrote about this yesterday and linked with d’Verse poets 🙂

  2. Bodhirose says:

    Clothing does seem to contain our scent long after we have stopped wearing them–as if our essence is engrained in them. I felt loss in that last line where the perfumed dance was denied…
    Gayle ~

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