Scent of Love
Posted by Teresa Gallion on Friday, February 5, 2021
You look at me
and penetrate my heart.
Now I am a prisoner
of your words teasing me
at every level of my being.
My thoughts are obsessed
with the idea of your love.
I undress in my dreams
nd fall into your embrace.
When I wake up I stroke
the image rubbing my heart.
I ache for your presence
to touch on the earth plane.
Then sadness bursts my
chest wide open, floods
my body with the water of pain.
You will not see this nor feel this.
You are only in my mind.
As the warmth of you
fades into morning,
reality sucks my blood.
I cry alone in the physical
totally protected by sacred fragrances.
I want to go back to my dreams
where my soul may engage
the everlasting scent.
So I close my eyes, embraced in spiritual light
and awaken to the scent of love.
from Scent of Love, 2020
and penetrate my heart.
Now I am a prisoner
of your words teasing me
at every level of my being.
My thoughts are obsessed
with the idea of your love.
I undress in my dreams
nd fall into your embrace.
When I wake up I stroke
the image rubbing my heart.
I ache for your presence
to touch on the earth plane.
Then sadness bursts my
chest wide open, floods
my body with the water of pain.
You will not see this nor feel this.
You are only in my mind.
As the warmth of you
fades into morning,
reality sucks my blood.
I cry alone in the physical
totally protected by sacred fragrances.
I want to go back to my dreams
where my soul may engage
the everlasting scent.
So I close my eyes, embraced in spiritual light
and awaken to the scent of love.
from Scent of Love, 2020
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Teresa moved to New Mexico in 1987. While writing sporadically for many years, in 1998 she started reading her work in the local Albuquerque poetry community.
However, her first love is traveling the world and hiking the diverse landscapes of New Mexico. The woods are her temple and her therapist. Much of her spiritual work in unfoldment is during walking in the woods.
