The sight of you pierced my lungs
burrowed deep
and left a gripping scent.
You smell of red earth under dark clouds awaiting nourishment
You smell of joy when a drop of rain meets an eager tongue
You smell of palm trees singing songs of praise at the sight of a new dawn
You smell of the hustle and bustle that pervades a busy market
You smell of the ubiquitous remedy prescribed by an overzealous grandmother
You smell of home.
You smell of me.
The sight of you pierced my lungs
burrowed deep
and never left
theparadoxesoflife 