The scents of home

Deep breaths 

Lungfuls of happiness

Aromas, so fresh yet familiar

The scents of comfort

Sage, burned and wafted

Into every corner

Protecting our space from chaos

Books, old and new

Musty worn pages or fresh ink

The smell of history

Of the knowledge we both hold so dear

Leather, worn but well polished

The smell of good boots

And even better sex

Treasured possessions

Apples, sweet and crisp

A tart explosion

Followed by juice so sweet

Like you

So when the world

Becomes to much

I stop and take deep breaths

And fill my lungs with happiness