you told me this,in one flash when i insisted

it doesn't matter how grey the sky is
or how troubled the river water by your feet
i would look in your eyes....
smell their color and paint with the reflections into them
smell your words.... your voice....
simply grasp your scent into my chest
seize the odor of your flesh and....
as light as the wind, i would embrace your being
your weak body and fly with it to another world
where....
the only scent we inhale is paradise,
or,
heaven.