The intoxication of love

The scent of you intoxicates my mind. Every breath of air I pull through my nostrils brings the memory of you into my vision. No need to close my eyes to see you in front of me, the memories are strong and clear, enlightening my mind like a match in the darkness.

The touch of your hand in my hand is felt just as strong as when I left you there on the sidewalk. It has been a while now; the memories are as vivid as if you where here still. Your language is that of touch and looks. The language of dance and movement. The language of sensuality; of love; and that of tenderness. I cannot recall anyone mastering this language better than you.

I know that language too, yet the language of my excellence is that of words. I read books so much better than I read the looks you send. I write poetry so easily compared to how I stumble on a dance floor. My ears catch the words you say; while the melody you play passes me by like an express train trying to keep its schedule.

The scent of you intoxicates my vision. Like the fog blurs the view for the captain of the sea; are the memories of you blurring my future. My plans where made; the outlooks where all blues skies; and the course had been set.

All of a sudden enters you. As fast arriving as only the storms in the Northern Sea, you whisked across the blue waters, hinting and flirting while you stirred up the waves in my heart. Slow as I am, I forgot to close the storm hatches, leaving the path to my heart open for you to enter. And enter you did.

I decided to abandon ship and launched the lifebuoy, jumped in and accepted that you would control my faith in the stormy waters ahead. I should have been wet; I should have been cold; and I should be shivering, fearing for my life in the storm. Instead, I closed my eyes. And ever since have I been floating around in my lifebuoy, trusting you with my life.

The scent of you intoxicates my life. Your smile has left a permanent mirror on my face. Every time I blink my eyes, the smile on your face lights up on my retina, making me smile back to the memories of you. And with your smile comes the sweetest of scents that separates you from everyone else. The scent that brings back all the memories almost as strong as if you where here, memories of my hand in yours, your cheek to my cheek, your lips on my lips.

New plans are in the making, new patterns are drawn for the future. Who can predict the outcome of our paths being weaved together onto the carpet of memories. Perhaps will you leave but a small pattern, but a pattern you will leave. The scent of you gives me the confidence to move on; accepting risk and potential damage. I believe it is not the intoxication that is making the choice, I deem it is the logic of love that shows it´s true nature.

The scent of you intoxicates my mind; my vision; and my life. I am an addict. I welcome you into the rest of my life. As a friend; as a lover; as a partner on the journey ahead.