Tuesday, April 10, 2018

His Shirt

There's lavender,
I'm sure of it.
And a melt
of vanilla ice cream.

Leaves of mint crushed
between fingers of bourbon.

Smoke.
The first minute

of rain.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

18 comments:

S said...

Oh my gosh, this is swoonalicious gorgeosity. I am so smitten with this poem (and your guy). :P

S said...

Uhhh, the last two lines, MZ. Such complete magic.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

WOW!!!😍

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The scents are alluring. That they are on his shirt hints at a story. An intriguing write.

Cressida de Nova said...

Sounds like the ingredients for a top of the range after shave. All men should smell like this:)

Ellecee said...

Wow, I like this,,beautifully done,,, :-)

Carrie Van Horn said...

Sigh.....this is splendidly perfect!! I love it!

gillena cox said...

Very sensuous

Much🌼love

Toni Spencer said...

Wow. This is a love poem and short and sweet, but not too sweet.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A wonderful delicious write, so incredibly gorgeous.
Cressida is right, ingredients of a perfect aftershave.
Anna :o]

Magaly Guerrero said...

Now I now that I'm not the only one who goes around sniffing my love's shirts. Not that I thought I was, but... Still, it's so nice to see it from the outside, and be able to squeal, "I know, right? Delicious!"

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I'd be burying my nose in that, and inhaling deep!

Margaret said...

If this isn't already bottled .... I think it should be! Love the "aftershave" comment above.

Neeraj Khanka said...

Lovely write !

Kerry O'Connor said...

Fragrance is so under appreciated and yet such a big part of connectivity.

Nora said...

Between fingers of bourbon....I love it.

Rommy said...

Ooh...I want to bury my nose in this shirt and then slip it on, in the hopes the scent stays on my skin too.

grapeling said...

whistles ~