it’s what home smells like
the aroma carries my clothes in my place
like a soft hand across my cheek
floating-
a memory shaped in a circle
never-ending
a reminder that you were here,
but when the scent fades
i crave you
a little taste to carry me for the week and the next
to be closer to home
found on the tip of your lips
the palm of your hands around my waist
leaving your lavender imprint on my chest
burning deep enough
so home is always with me
Saint's Muse 