Scented Warmth

I breathe in your secrets,
Soft as angel wings,
Cold like infant death.
And my ache shakes
A little too soon and
You slip into my leather notebook.
Smooth as wine from promised dusk,
Brush,
Your skin on mine.
Tender like scarred fingers,
Hold,
Your eyes unto mine.
Adorned with ribbons,
Each a telling lie,
I move onto you.
You shed yourself of musky cotton,
But you’re still wrapped in a linen of silent disillusion,
So close I can drink it.
You breathe in my naked thought,
Because anyone else would choke,
As I lie with you,
Entangled in scented warmth.