I use my inhale
like a claw, a grip, a vice,
grabbing the sweet scent.

I breathe so deeply
and swirl it down to my core
feeling the sweet scent.

It is part of me.
Flowing through my lungs, my veins,
pulsing the sweet scent.

I cannot exhale,
I don’t want to let it go,
Owning the sweet scent.

But I must breathe out,
I can’t hold it forever.
That scent. That sweet scent.