I had Almost Forgotten

Until yesterday
When I peeled and portioned
A mandarin orange

And felt the same
Intoxication.

I had almost forgotten
The scent of your hair

But today I was out walking
Through the woods
And brushed against
A snow-covered pine

The balsam fragrance
Reminded me
Of the last time
Your lips touched mine

And I buried my face
In your hair
And inhaled
The fresh scent
Of snow and pines.