i drink deeply and hold my breath
to carry your aura with me a while
close my eyes and breathe in
the memory of / the scent of you
hint of mint and sun dappled grove
rich like fir trees after rain
and the peat smoke of whiskey
and how that scintillating smell
beguiled and bewildered
you could always intoxicate me
with nary a touch nor word
and still you could if you would
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