Note of vetiver
Splash of amber
Hint of tobacco
Breathing in
The scent of you
My very own Proustian Moment
It lingers on my clothes
Shoved to the bottom of my laundry basket
Unable to be suppressed
Sparks play with my synapses
Linedancing to my limbic system
Engaging my emotions
Mesmerizing my memory
Electrifying the skeletal structures
Of ideas left derelict
A warm diffusion
Radiating in the hollow caverns of my chest
‘A warm diffusion
Radiating in the hollow caverns of my chest’
Love this line and the poem’s cadence.