The Fragrance Of Her Sleep Mine eyes snapped open then. Yes some compelling whiff hinted At luxury that peeled My seal-ed lips, how ironic That smell can break a spell of sleep! Yet as I woke there was No strong fermented scent, No sense of succulent Sweet sustenance, and no, Sophisticated spice sachet, But only mild tastes of the dew As it hung on the deep blue air. Mine eyes took in the welcome sight Of starry night, it...