The Fragrance you Wear

I smell your fragrance!
I smell it coasts adrift;
I smell it cross oceans just to unbox these sorrows.

I want to sit at your feet again, enamored by the quiet you bring;
or around your bossom, to hear your heart beat again and again;
or like these crabs, to have you overwhelm me and take my sorrows away.
I smell your mild fragrance!
I smell it in transit; sucking me in, losing all my senses while these alternating wheezes invoke memories of thy sun-kissed color of burnt gold.

The sea's fragrance is calling!
Its cunning breeze, tight embrace and everything in between;
Shall I heed or search for peace anew?