I had nearly overlooked
The flavor of your lips
Until today
At the point when I stripped and partitioned
A mandarin orange
Also, felt the equivalent
Inebriation.
I had nearly overlooked
The fragrance of your hair
Until I was out strolling
Through the forested areas
Also, brushed against
A snow-shrouded pine;
The resin scent
Reminded me
Of the last time
Your lips contacted mine,
Also, I covered my face
In your hair
Also, breathed in
The new fragrance
Of day off pines.
