Awake, Alive I woke up smelling your hair this morning My fingers were tangled In your long tussled locks The scent of Lavender And heat of your remembered breath Consume my senses Can we do it again? © Sandy Hibbard Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.