Sometimes when we’re not together
I ponder
Why you smell like morning
I wonder
How you would taste like
Music?
Art, perhaps?
Or maybe
Beauty.
You look a lot
like my dreams
And when you do,
You smell of midnight
No, not quite
More like dawn
You smell like dawn
I look at you - gaze at you
from afar
And think that
If I had been a butterfly
And not the worm that I am
Would you taste me
Just as I have tasted you
with my eyes?
-ifstarscouldfall