Aroma Unknown

And you feel like home,

like the smell of Mum’s cooking

Or my Dad using too much garlic in his




You linger longer than the rest

Your scent sleeps on my scarf

marks my skin with an aroma unknown

to anyone else but me

Your touch like a spark

A shock against my spine

Your voice is the Northern wind

keeping me up at night


Your eyes make me feel like coming home,

They seek refuge in my own.

Your mouth meets mine and I feel safe.

Like a familiarity I can’t quite place,

You’re fixed like safety pins beneath the skin

As you kiss warmth across my face.

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