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Aromatherapy - a poem

Updated on December 16, 2015

Sunlight beams across the soft planes and sharp angles of his face,

wedging its way into the edges, creases, every pore and dimple,

to set it alight in a blaze of warmth.

Those features,

I have seen flicker before my eyes in waking hours,

in deep sleep dreams.

The whole of me moves forward

towards arms outspread,

to be rushed with that warmth,

of body heat.

White-painted finger nails slide up to the shoulders,

to rest there – feeling the softness of skin underneath.

My heart is assaulted by the scent of him,

pheromones, belonging, don’t leave.

© 2015 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray


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      Pearl Sepuya 2 years ago

      Intriguing indeed

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      Luna Blue 2 years ago

      Beatiful words, my favorite line...

      "My heart is assaulted by the scent of him..."