The Scent of You on My Skin
The scent of you on my skin, is salty.
It attracts me – magnetises me to you.
A whisper, a trail.
The scent of you on my skin, marks me.
It colours me with invisible ink – a tattoo in vibrant colours.
A pattern of you, an imprint.
The scent of you on my skin, is violets in warm earth.
They bloom in shades of purple – statues rising from the ground.
A flower, a totem.
The scent of you on my skin, is alien to my own.
A field of mushrooms – minerals in contrast to my animal warmth.
A strangeness, a beauty.
The scent of you on my skin is cashmere and musk.
Textures unique to you – a plushness like brushed fur.
A softness, a comfort.
The scent of you on my skin, is electric.
It makes my hairs stand on end – static reactions to your touch.
A shock, a pleasure.
The scent of you on my skin, is home.
It is me in your arms – you in mine.
“Dans tes Bras”, as the French say.
Dans Tes Bras by Editions de Parfums Frederic Malle.
(Maurice Roucel; 2008)
10ml (£34), 50ml (£120), 100ml (£170) Eau de Parfum.
Sample via Editions de Parfums Frederic Malle. Images are my own.