Of Myrrh, And Memories Poem by Dosvedanya Rashia

I like the smell of Myrrh,
The Scent of Hao Fong;
Masculine, and Warm
Like Chinese silk wrapped
Sweetly in brown paper

It is the smell of a man,
A smoky scent; of wood fires,
Dark forests,
And the fragrance that men make
During love.

In my mind's eye,
I wake to see, his soft hair
Lying on my pillow book
A sable cloud of dark fur
I breathe in our scent
From the night before.


And the smell of Myrrh,
On cherry colored silk
Wafts from my bamboo mat,
As Arms entwined
I gaze upon my friend