After each of our intimate meetings,
There comes a time when I must leave you.
And long after your face fades from view
And is lost in the clutter that occupies my mind,
You are still with me,
Intruding on a thought unannounced.
For the scent of you is round me like a mist,
Clinging to me tenaciously,
Refusing to let me return
To my former state of calm...
Until I wash it off.
Oh, how I loathe to erase those caresses,
Those embraces from my body!
I want to leave some area untouched -
A nest of hair where you leaned your head,
Or tucked behind my ring,
The smell of the soap you use.
So later when I am alone,
I can tenderly take these treasures out,
Breathe in the mist once again,
And be with you.
Topic(s) of this poem: love, separation
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