The Scent Of You.

The scent of you remaining amongst the pages of old
The scent that only you can hold, a lifetime ago
As you touch those pages in every pour ingrained the fragrance of you
Dispersed not but ingrained in every little sense still retains the essence that's you
The rain, that night was such the freshness in the air
Like an opened book, it's like that first time that tonight
Leading through like, a door opened that first time
And you standing there, that look in your eyes was not surprised
As the rain softly falls upon my palms little by little
Closing my eyes, you stood there but in the eyes of my mind
At the bus stop remembering that's where we met that time
Long ago, standing quite alone that night
Soaked, your eyes your hair dripping
Standing in the evening shower so wet so alone
Towards you I walked slowly standing beside you
As the crowded buses stop not
I took your hands in mine you smiled as shiver went through you
Wet so wet were you, The evening of rain
You looked in silence and said once again the evening of rain,
Like music, to my ears beautifully phrased
Haven't heard the same phraseology since
Again & eloquently phrased, by you
From that moment on there was no question of me not loving you
Even sharing your umbrella with me
Such an unexplainable feeling of love, romance
Standing in the rain my arm about you
I was blowing cold so cold, it was blowing a gale
With the lightening from high above
Touching the ground below
As fork lightening splits a tree in two
I took hold of your hand in a vicious grip
Lightning makes me shake nervously it excites me
making me feel alive like that lightening across the sky's
Then falling down to earth.
But to your hands I held tightly wanting not to let go
As the bus arrived sending you on your way
Waving through the howling winds wet, through
Once more on the road
I find myself writing those pages that'll bring you to me
Scented those pages that once you touched
Whilst I was kissing you.            

                            Connie James.