A Scent That's All His Own
by VictoriaRed
The homely honey musk that hangs against his chest,
Sweetly soft redolence left behind on worn clothes,
Long forgotten fireplaces, foggy lakes, bike accidents,
Gentle walks on beaten pathways and brisk fall mornings,
Clear showers with brightly fragrant soaps-
A scent that's all his own
The comfort I call home