Your scent intoxicates my soul
It intrigues me, comforts me

I long to wrap myself in it.

I wish it was concrete,
something I could walk on,
or something like the sea

The moment it leaves my pillow
I will run to you and collect it again,
so I may hold myself over
the next time you're away.

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