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Published:May 16th, 2008 15:07 EST


By David Richardson

You smell like saffron,

or a lonely lover's little come-on,

like a mad, brokenhearted last chance,

like chocolate,

or the south of France.

You smell like love,

like something out of my control,

or something outside of my tender soul.

You smell like a lazy arm

on my heavy breathing chest,

or a soft foot

in the crook of my neck.