I
sense you
when we make breakfast in the morning blue
in aromas of bread and coffee, I taste you
salt waves swell over us, I taste you
as we walk through the pollen-full meadow
showered with flavours of spring, I sense you
among the tang of ancient peat, I sense you
when the dark red wine swirls around
and ageing oak rises from the glass, I taste you
when there is dessert with sweet apple
and sharp redcurrants, I savour you
when the fire burns slow late into the night
woodsmoke weaves around us, I taste you
as we mingle our limbs and fall into sleep
between the midnight sheets,
I taste you
when water silvers in the vase and
rose perfume rises in early sun, I sense you
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