It could be a gentle breeze...it could be a mist Sometimes, it's a whiff of patchouli Oftentimes, it comes so strong Like drops...or splotches of pure lavender oil On my collar, my sleeves, on my chest, especially ......where it feels so close to my heart<3 At night, it is a moth flying past my cheeks The softest voice carressing my ears For, it is light....as whisp'ry cloth Almost like an invisible touch A quick, transparent passing of sweet air That clings to my being, I wear it upon...and within me Your scent.....is my second skin...
Sally
Copyright February 3, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan