Your Presence Smells Like

Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor,

When the cerulean heavens were tormented by the amber decor!

For ages; the timid earth so brimming in heat dwelled in anguished austerity,

Only when the dark clouds of sullen grace bestowed dribbles on mundane posterity.

Your presence smells like the burning fumes of incense; wafting through my air,

So draped in zephyrs of sublime aroma; it makes me bask in its layer.

Myriad emotions enlivened by your warmth; bring me a breath of resplendence,

Encircled by the aura of blessed divinity that embellishes words of my cadence.

Your presence smells like an odour carrying wings of profound nostalgia,

Getting me drenched as an immortal whole in elixirs of ambrosia.

I seek for erotic hunger in the darkness of the pristine night, 

But your intemperate sobriety plunges me into the abysmal ocean of tranquil delight.

Your presence smells like the sweet fragrance of ink on my infantile pages,

Perfumed in melodious symphony that kept me a child for unknown ages.

Fiddling with the antique crust; blanketed with viscous soil of innocence,

Your smell keeps me away from the sombre ashes of uncensored vehemence.