Perfume

Arquiste Parfumeur, Nanban

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tumblr_nlbjqpvFNW1qah5ozo1_500Arquiste Parfumeur, Nanban

When the sky meets the sea in the heart of night I will think of your hair and how it crashed in waves down your back. When the light of the moon illuminates the darkness to guide our passage I will think of your eyes, blacker and more brilliant than the cormorant ascending. When the tempest rages and my feet forget how it feels to stand on land, I will think of you in my arms, small yet steady. When the winds calm we rinse the salt from our eyes and secure our precious cargo. In the quiet of the lazarettos, long-imbued with the scent of spices and Spanish leather I will conjure the coastline and dream away the distance until there is nothing but breath between us.