Day Two Hundred and Nine: Scent

I actually really, really like this one. So much that I’m gonna come back and touch it up some more in a week or two.

Bed sheets

Scent

Another line of dots
buttons your shoulders to your hips,
an outline of the bed sheets
pressed into your skin.
The moon paints a halo of reflection
softly on the small of your back
and a warm silence falls.

In the morning your shadow lingers
as a light fragrance on the pillow.
Closed eyes conjure up your presence
only to vanish in the harsh daylight.
After you’ve left,
you never truly go,
you always leave something behind.

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