Letra de Phi
Could you stop and take inhale, olfactory?
Accomplice to expression.

It makes itself known by a changing a tone.
Invisible reminder. More's desired from the fizz of skin.

Its umbra reminds me of past beliefs, and the holidays they had.
Empiricism, why'd they not preach that?
So a magic training first.
How's about the musk of your own deeds?

Oh how much I want to of your smell.
Dewness from the below, morning from the above.
Too many developed from the eyes, ears, touch and the taste, stories of the waste.

The big secrets now. How we've lost and found. Something not quite said, until everything's in bed.