His Scent

Now that I have breathed in you,
my senses
no longer respond to any other sound or scent;
blatant berries complain,
blushing furiously outside—I am not sure
what it is about you that beguiles

only that
there is distinct drumming inside my temples.

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille Night #106 @ dVerse Poets Pub

and on Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United