striving to capture luscious breaths/ storing you _____________________________________ post-rain. the cologne from your double-pocket denim shirt found its way in the moist breeze and wafted into my nose, where i sipped and guzzled and drunk the scent, your scent, and slowly swallowed it, closing my eyes, filled with you, within and without, sinking hazily into a heavenly trance. i didn't want to lose any of those breaths, the breaths, the intoxicating smells of you, your damp cotton shirt, your sweet cologne, 'you'. i panicked, and i tried to seal my skin, afraid of venting, i held my breath foolishly, afraid of losing your smell, every breath of mine was focussed into my lungs, clinging to breaths that stored your smell, but alas, i'm only a human, having a fragile life, whose heart would stop beating without air, so hesitantly, slowly, i let go of your smells, and exhale. they say one human nose can remember 50,000 smells, yet i bury myself in your shirt, sinking into a hazy trance again. my nose is always hungry. I'd declare your smell as oxygen. Planning to fill Philip with your scent and walk around with it everywhere :P My nose is smiling! *snorts like a pig* Between two lungs by Florence+The Machine is playing on loop...
