A scent is a breath of love,
warm and laced with the dew
of tired lips,
simmering and escalating.
A scent is soluble affection;
no more chemical than love,
invisible, and best not
studied nor synthesised.
A scent is a pensieve breeze
which in its wake demands
a journeyer's courage
and a curious mind.
A scent caresses,
and awakens a game
of feral pursuit
and velvet words.
A scent is a girl in a bottle
who escapes because she cannot be contained.
