I love the aroma of the ginger tea he makes just for me,
mingled with his laughter,
as he teases me while I sip it with delight,
like it’s the first time.
I love the dusty perfume of old books
he’s gifted me over the years —
still laced with the whispers
of roses I once pressed between their pages.
I love the earthy breath of petrichor
on him, as he walks in from the rain.
Oh, how I wish I could dance with him,
without caring about the nosy neighbours.
I love the trace of him that clings to his worn-out hoodie;
just like I cling to it while waiting for him.
I love the hint of sun on his shirt,
as he hugs me tight after a long day,
and I bury my face in his chest —
happy, and hopelessly in love.
I love the sweet, fruity note
of strawberry chewing gum
that lingers on his lips —
right before they melt into mine.
I love the faint whiff of leather on his hands,
left behind by the bike ride;
as he cups my face gently
and I kiss those worn, perfect fingertips.
I love the salt of his skin, and
the scent of sweat that beads on his brow,
as he looks into my eyes; our bodies moving together,
slow and deep, in a rhythm only lovers know.
I love smelling the soft notes of his shampoo,
as I run my fingers through his hair,
teasing him softly,
as he lies breathless on my chest afterwards.
I love the essence that stays on my tresses —
of those jasmine flowers
that wilted in embarrassment
at what they witnessed…
And I love his fragrance on my skin;
wrapping me in comfort, long after.
But above all —
I love the scent and heat of his breath
against my neck —
that wordless, warm ache called DESIRE.
The one that makes me feel loved — completely.
The one that tells me I’m his — entirely .

By Deepa Perumal
Deepa Perumal is a Management professional, and a passionate advocate for women’s empowerment. As a career mentor, entrepreneur, and multilingual author, she shares her insights through blogging and writing features on history, world cultures, travelogues and memoirs. Contact her at deepabperumal@gmail.com
One Response
The poem beautifully captures the essence of love through the lover’s fragrance. It takes something everyday and mundane like smell and transforms it into something magical! Love the shythm of the lines as they capture the romantic and sensual and even the platonic romace at various junctures!