I am focusing on the Song of Songs in this week's Love Letters from Home class, and because of it am increasingly interested in scent.
I find myself wanting to smell the scent of love. I want to breathe deeply of his scent, and see how it varies from beard to nape, from throat to wrist.
I imagine his fingertips to smell faintly of copper and salt.
In the fulfillment of time, will there be sweat?
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