AROMA PART II (a poem for my husband

This is the second poem in a 4-part series on the concept of AROMAS… (see the first poem here) and how scents can trigger old things. Good things, bad things, Great Things.  Look for the next installment on Thoughtful Thursdays.

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All of my life I fringed about

lost in the dark places

the lonely spaces

of dank and dire

Until you…

Hard to describe your breath

sweet and masculine

always sweet

like the very air in your body

was laced with sugar and metal

like your lungs were

uniquely designed

to turn my pollution

into purity.

I first noticed it

at our first kiss

as you held my face

you inhaled

all my doubt

and wanderings

and exhaled all over me

the sweetest

longings

for me

to give you my heart

forever.

THE KISS (a poem for my husband)

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I still remember the feeling I felt

When we first kissed…

I remember the spot my feet pressed into on the stairs

How the light held its softness

In the space around us…

So still

Was everything but my heart.

I remember the way your shoulders turned

As you leaned into me

The tilt of your face

And the scruff of your cheek

And your incredible smell…

You smiled as our lips met

And you pressed into me

All iron and ocean

At once indestructible and immoveable

and yet caressing, fluid and all encompassing

You wooed me with the promises you made me with your eyes…

Your kiss filled me with hope

the swell of your presence overwhelmed me

The power of your arms immured me

I felt you were invincible

and

all

mine.

Your kiss caressed my history

And erased it…

I was safe…

And in love.

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