Poem-Aroma of You
Category: Writing and Poetry
Summer which I love most ends her turn soon
The season when cicadas play with newborn yellow bloom
My curious habit which you don’t like
I am addicted to bury my face
in the shirt that your sweat oozed out
Neither the rosemary,
the chamomile,
nor the lavender
You give me the sweet scent
with your inner strength of love
In the moment when it wraps me,
I lighten a candle made of my gentle emotion
The waved flame is my smile
healed by your original gift
The Aroma of You, my secret ecstasy
(c)2008 Takako All rights reserved
