My pillows
echo soft and lingering memories
faintly entangled in your scent.
You are woven into my linens.
Left as a reminder of time,
in Heaven spent.
From this waking slumber
never shall I shake.
Intoxicating inhalations
of our first impressions,
shy confessions,
laughs and tousled inhibitions
all left in between these sheets
. . . .do keep me captivated
every morning that I wake.
Vivid in your approach with this verse...I do feel the rhyme is a bit much...yet seems that's what came out as this develops in the lines...a different take at the theme...in which you use "Pillows"...all the "ions" in the lather part...