Poetry inspired by the perfume Pacific Rock Moss by Goldfield & Banks.
Your hug is like resting down on the grass.
Mixed with sun – citrus – a forever last.
To wake in the morning, here next to you.
So soft and simple – to be in this dream.
Under blankets of musk from your perfume.
And waiting for a plane – waiting to leave.
A wish you’d be mine to hold – forever.
Desires that circle around my mind.
I’ll keep your scent on my skin – wherever –
Take me to this special place – any time.
I wonder when – wonder can l see you?
Or just your memory to return to?