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His Scent by =Scarlettletters:iconScarlettletters:

Categories Literature > Poetry > General Poetry > Open


She imagined the smell of him -
bergamot and lime
and something unfamiliar,
and his slow walk
through her soul
like the end of the world
and how his weight
would be inescapable
and alive with summer.
She imagined his touch,
warm water in the bath
and the rich twist of silk
inside her
and how she knew
he would taste
just like that first time
in Paris
when the streets crawled home
and dawn broke
in slow thunder.
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=Ferelwing Jul 7, 2009, 2:54:33 PM
Beautifully tantalizing to the senses.

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~Narenohate Jul 7, 2009, 3:11:00 PM
oooo nice :]

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*Blueskye27 Jul 7, 2009, 3:13:38 PM
Sometimes, Brendan, your poems make me plain hurt...
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*vampireknightfan Jul 7, 2009, 3:26:12 PM
Your imagery makes me hurt and I'll tell you why, because I think like that, but my boyfriend lives in Mexico, and I'm in Australia.

But beautifully written as usual.

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=ArwenGernak Jul 7, 2009, 3:39:45 PM
strong evocation: all is tangible.
You're good in this art.

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~jackTOP Jul 7, 2009, 3:44:38 PM
I want to favorite all your work

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~wolfet Jul 7, 2009, 4:12:26 PM
Like taking a walk through a july rainstorm and coming home to a warm blanket held by somebody you love. Beautiful poem. I'm so glad you are here to take things everyone feels deeply and put them into words we can all relate to. :)

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=LACYDRAWERS Jul 7, 2009, 4:23:04 PM
Oh I do love this Brendan...
So rich and poignant,
filled with the sweet
scent of life........:iconhrtplz:
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~Sora-Seraph Jul 7, 2009, 4:43:25 PM
Mmm - I'm loving the lime and slow thunder and warm water and silk. Paris is a little too cliche for my tastes, personally, but that's me being hypocritical. (Truthfully, I have written love poetry based in Paris before, and very much enjoyed the cheesiness factor.) But Paris or no Paris, the poem itself is luscious.

The high quality of your works is invariable - something I envy immensely. :clap:

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=Cinnamoncandy Jul 7, 2009, 4:43:32 PM
Lovely.

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