Love Poem No9
Love Poem #9
This lavender sky
should smell of its colour,
or lilac,
or rose,
not of this rotten fish
stale beer and human piss.
This drawing dusk
should smell of spice,
nutmeg and clove,
and fill me,
sated;
not this emptiness,
longing for the scent of you.
I exaggerate.
You are within me, your
self
exuding from my pores.
I taste you on my skin,
as I dream
of just your tender kiss.
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2017
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