5639 Tracking the scent of your absence

Through the deserted confines 

Of my doorless abode, 

I trace your feline essence 

Among the shadows. 

I invoke your divine grace, 

I long for the return 

Of your smell of panthers, 

When desire is 

Rekindled. 

Behind the contours 

Of my home, 

I pursue your fragrance 

Like a sailor thirsty 

For your aroma. 

I explore the folds 

Of my being, 

Where your essence 

Become hidden, 

Like a wandering hound 

On the trail of Eden.