the scent of you
warm and sultry against my collarbones
i remember how flustered
you would get at the sight of them
how your fingers, grazing slowly
along the length of them
would cause your lips to part
and your mind to spin
i had never experienced
such intimate passion
how you poured your love
into every nook and cranny
of this intricate heart
i lie in bed
finding little pieces of you here
and there
wearing you, on my collarbones
wishing the scent of you
could summon you back
from whatever alternate reality
you escaped to
where your fingers don’t trace my spine
as we fall asleep each night
where I’m filled with so much of you
and you are nowhere to be found