[POEM] You Smell Nice

Spending all night with you,

I expected your scent to fade.

But I smell your skin as well

and lightly as the time

I placed my lips right there

on your bare, warm shoulder.

It was the original touch.

Inspiration to all

touches in vivid nights

and surprising mornings

where in waking you,

slanted yellow beams

grace the curtains. They float

to the nestled pillow

where your head rested.

Wanting to wake you, wake

with you, kiss your forehead

the first touch of all time.