Round me close is the perfumed air

Winding underneath my door

And down the stair.

Each breath reminds me of

Luxurious excess,

And how, though it won't stay long,

It reaches a certain intensity

In its duress,

And then it will fade-

Cool air mixes with warm-

Such polar conditions

Can coax a small storm.

And then down were laid

Our thoughts and our dreams,

Fragrances from our nostrils evade,

And once gone, it's not what it seems-

An odor grown stale,

Lingering and foul

Does not remind me of the bliss

We shared prior,

Until now.

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