His Scent

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

only that
there is distinct drumming inside my temples.



Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille Night #106 @ dVerse Poets Pub

and on Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

68 Replies to “His Scent”

  1. The brevity of the form suits the sentiments. To have expanded the idea would have spoiled the effect.

  2. You’ve captured the kind of passion that is all consuming, Sanaa! I like the ambiguity of β€˜there is distinct drumming inside my temples’ – could be nerves but I think it’s a temple of adoration.

  3. When you find the just right ‘one’, all others fall away and your heart beats just for them. Beautiful poem! πŸ™‚

  4. Blushing, berries, beguilement – I agree with Mish’s comment. The passion is palpable! Loved that you included a moment of colour as it brought the image to life.

  5. An extension of the “breath of life” of giving into someone along with someone being a part of you as the heartbeat “drumming” on one’s temples.

    The scent can last a lifetime, can it not?

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