scent

her scent
subtle as the first snow fall on a crisp morn
alluring as a flash of gold beneath the waves
hidden as a doe between the trees far away
powerful as a wind blowing across the plain

if i had no eyes to see
no ears to hear
and no mouth to speak
she would still notice my desire
tilting my face to the sky

like a freshly plucked fruit off the branch
siting on a library table clean and forgoten
collecting dust from years gone by untouched
after all this time shining through the grime