Poetry / Satisfaction via you

In the aroma of a newly budding flower or in sight of a twilight evening come…
there is no delight.
Yet you, standing in the days’ end masterpiece of simmering colors
with closed eyes, head tilted backwards, I inhale.
your scent, this vision….stirs that which breath sustains
To search for a feeling such as this is without reason.
It is by you that these pleasure seeking senses are satisfied

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